(1)        The sun was shining warm and bright,

                                    And birds were singing gay and light.

                                    The flowers in bloom, the trees in leaves,

                                    And swallows back to their old eaves.

                                    'Twas Spring again, charming and sweet,----

                                    The season for lovers to meet.

(2)        A Sunday in a park in May,

                                    When larks chanting a merry lay,

                                    A young man walking arm in arm

                                    With such a girl of greatest charm.

                                    He whispered sweet words in her ears;

                                    His jokes did make her laugh with tears.

(3)        "I say, my dearest Wen," said he,

                                    "Would you  t' a party go with me?"

                                    "But when?" she asked, with eyes on Chen;

                                    "Tonight, my dear." he said to Wen.

                                    As they were sitting on a bench,

                                    And he embraced the pretty wench.

(4)        So long a time they cooed like dove,

                                    And took a solemn vow of love:

                                    Till women had a beard on chin,

                                    And elephants grew hairs on skin,

                                    Till earth stopped move and stars died out,

                                    Their love'd remain e'er true and stout.

(5)        The afterglow in sky now shone,

                                    And twilight found them left alone.

                                    So up they got, and went to gate,

                                    For time would not for men await.

                                    He strolled along with her in street,

                                    And sometimes to some friends would greet.

(6)        "Now home for supper let us go."

                                    She said, but he replied, "Oh, no.

                                    If home to sup, we'll be too late;

                                    It's impolite to keep them wait."

                                    So then to restaurant they went,

                                    And  chops and soup for her he meant.

(7)        The East-Turtles abused and beat

                                    Our hungry people where'er they meet.

                                    The young for life would run away,

                                    But for old men 'twas their last day.

                                    A stream of blood in Nanking flowed

                                    And floated up the slain on road.

(8)        No Yellow Dogs were seen today,

                                    As to the restaurant went they.

                                    But seldom nerves relaxed in fear

                                    That mishap follows bitter tear,

                                    Except when love was talked about,

                                    And lovers had a dinner out.

(9)        He called her home for it by phone,

                                    And back at table he sat alone,

                                    For she to toilet for a while

                                    And now approached with a smile.

                                    He ordered pudding, chops and soup;

                                    For himself steak, salad and soup.

(10)      They talked and sighed and talked while ate,

                                    Of war, of woe, of servile date.

                                    A Japanese song in the hall

                                    Was sung, but none listened at all.

                                    People ate with faces full of woe;

                                    Each told his grief in voice so low.

(11)      A Japanese in uniform

                                    Came in, as talk hot and wine warm.

                                    And how he took a dish aft dish,

                                    At length the last he ate was fish.

                                    Instead of pay, "Bagayalo."

                                    And what was more, a heavy blow.

(12)      The owner, out from counter, bowed;

                                    But Dog is Dog; he trampled and roared

                                    And boxed the owner's nose to bleed,

                                    The blood dripping from it, indeed.

                                    For life the poor man dared not stir,

                                    And saw him out with bows and "Sir!"

(13)      When out, and on his back a stone,

                                    He turned and uttered such a groan.

                                    He found himself to face a crowd

                                    With clenched fists and looks so proud.

                                    He's awed and fled like beaten dog

                                    And grunted yet as dying hog.

(14)      People gazed within through window glass,

                                    And scruples belonged to their such class.

                                    They only sighed, in distress spoke

                                    Of the event.  One made a joke

                                    On flying Yellow Dog and said,

                                    " 'Tis not a pleasure to invade."

(15)      When up at last they got to go,

                                    They took a taxi-car and so

                                    In one-sixth hour they reached there.

                                    Their advent caused glad eyes to stare;

                                    When they were shown into the room,

                                    They, then, received the warmest boom.

(16)      As introductions o'er, the ball

                                    Began, and guests eighteen in all.

                                    They danced the waltz and danced tango;

                                    They danced and danced in twain and two.

                                    At intervals of rest, some sang,

                                    And through the room their voices rang.

(17)      "Encore!" cried all when a young maid

                                    Had finished a serenade.

                                    "Look, how we're making merry, oh,

                                    Beneath the shade of Death!" said Joe,

                                    While servants brought in plates of cake

                                    With bread and bun, all of home-bake.

(18)      While drinking coffee Miss Wen told

                                    Of the event, the poor man old;

                                    Of people outside, how brave and bold,

                                    They made the blood of Dog run cold;

                                    And China's future and her hope

                                    Relied on those as such a group.

(19)      'Twas midnight when the party's o'er.

                                    They took their leave, and out of door

                                    They saw a taxi driving slow;

                                    They stopped the car and in they'd go

                                    Then someone's seen by driver's side;

                                    But as she's in, her face he eyed.

(20)      And aft some turns the car went now

                                    Along the wide First Road and how

                                    Was that it ran towards the Bund--

                                    The wrong direction'--they were stunn'd

                                    And asked the driver, got reply

                                    As "Hold your tongue, or dead you'll lie."

(21)      Then at the Bund the car stopped short;

                                    Chen's pushed out as quick as thought.

                                    And then the car was driven on

                                    And o'er the Garden Bridge and down

                                    To the Xinya Hotel and then

                                    It stopp¡¯d, and brought her to the den.

(22)      She's taken to a room and there

                                    Was left alone to her own care.

                                    A Japanese in uniform

                                    Then came and bore in ugly form.

                                    He came to strip her naked,--oh, you

                                    My readers, must know what'd ensue.

(23)      She was a slave in this hotel;

                                    Her body sullied, but to sell

                                    Her soul she wouldn't, and oft with snub

                                    Abused in this Officers' Club,

                                    And sometimes whipped and boxed for fun,

                                    And what to eat, she got a bun.

(24)      Each day she wept and thought of Chen,

                                    "Does still he think of me, his Wen?"

                                    It gave her courage living on;

                                    Her sorrows deep, her face was wan.

                                    She tried escape, once, twice and thrice,

                                    But all in vain, in tearful sighs.

(25)      How could she live in hell of fire,

                                    In torment and in dark so dire?

                                    How could she any longer bear

                                    The Brutes; and how could she the snare,

                                    The cage, the hell, the prison break?

                                    But little her power, no means she'd take.

(26)      But when would come the light of dawn?

                                    And when would rise the sun of morn

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