1Lonely, suspicious, is that fox,
  At that dame cross the Ch‘i.
Like him that man, for whom I'm sad!
  No lower dress has he.

2Lonely, suspicious, is that fox,
  At that deep ford of Ch‘i.
Like him that man, for whom I'm sad!
  No girdle sash has he!

3Lonely, suspicious, is that fox,
  There, on the bank of Ch‘i.
Like him that man, for whom I'm sad!
  No clothes at all has he!