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Rh Costly robes were not for Golu:
 * No more raiment did she need

Than the milky budding breadfruit,
 * Or the lily of the mead;

And she was my little sweetheart
 * Many a sunny summer day,

When we ate the fragrant guavas,
 * In the land of the Malay.

Life was laughing then. Ah! Golu,
 * Do you think of that old time,

And of all the tales I told you
 * Of my colder Western clime?

Do you think how happy were we
 * When we sailed to strip the palm.

And we made a latteen arbor
 * Of the boat-sail in the calm?

They may call you semi-savage,
 * Golu! I cannot forget

How I poised my little sweetheart
 * Like a copper statuette.