Was I A Samurai Renowned, Two-Sworded, Fierce, Immense Of Bow? A Histrion Angular And Profound? A Priest? A Porter? - Child, Although I Have Forgotten Clean, I Know That In The Shade Of Fujisan, What Time The Cherry-Orchards Blow, I Loved You Once In Old Japan. As Here You Loiter, Flowing-Gowned And Hugely Sashed, With Pins A-Row Your Quaint Head As With Flamelets Crowned, Demure, Inviting - Even So, When Merry Maids In Miyako To Feel The Sweet O' The Year Began, And Green Gardens To Overflow, I Loved You Once In Old Japan. Clear Shine The Hills; The Rice-Fields Round Two Cranes Are Circling; Sleepy And Slow, A Blue Canal The Lake'S Blue Bound Breaks At The Bamboo Bridge; And Lo! Touched With The Sundown'S Spirit And Glow, I See You Turn, With Flirted Fan, Against The Plum-Tree'S Bloomy Snow . . . I Loved You Once In Old Japan! Envoy Dear, 'Twas A Dozen Lives Ago; But That I Was A Lucky Man The Toyokuni Here Will Show: I Loved You - Once - In Old Japan.