The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2Say you you have no clothes to wear?
Come and my undergarments share.
The king his armies has called out;
Then let us hail the battle shout.
My spear and lance I will prepare,
And to the field with you will fare.
3Say you you have no clothes to wear?
My lower clothing you shall share.
The king his armies has called out;
Then let us hail the battle shout.
Buff coat I'll get, and weapons keen,
And with you on the march be seen.