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Where snipes with their dancing tails stamp their tiny footprints upon the clean soft mud;

Mother, if you don't mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I am grown up.

Where those boats are tied to the bamboo poles in a line;

Where the cowherds make their lowing cattle swim across to the riverside pasture;

I long to go over there to the further bank of the river,

Where in the evening the tall grasses crested with white flowers invite the moonbeam to float upon their waves.

Whence they all come back home in the evening, leaving the jackals to howl in the island overgrown with weeds,

They say there are strange pools hidden behind that high bank,

Where men cross over in their boats in the morning with ploughs on their shoulders to till their far-away fields;

Mother, if you don't mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferry when I am grown up.

Where flocks of wild ducks come when the rains are over, and thick reeds grow round the margins where waterbirds lay their eggs;

When the day is done and the shadows cower under the trees, I shall come back in the dusk.

Mother, if you don't mind, I should like to become the boatman of the ferryboat when I am grown up.

When the sun climbs the mid sky and morning wears on to noon, I shall come running to you, saying, "Mother, I am hungry!"

I shall cross and cross back from bank to bank, and all the boys and girls of the village will wonder at me while they are bathing.

I shall never go away from you into the town to work like father.