2017.08.01.
While Going To Usküdar
Versions: #1#2#3#4While going to Üsküdar, it began to rain
My scribe's frock coat is long, his tail (of his frock coat) is muddy
The scribe has been awoken from sleep, his eyes are bleary
The scibe is mine, I'm the scribe's, why do the others interfere
How the starched shirt fits to my scribe
While going to Üsküdar, I found a handkerfchief
I put delight in my handkerchief
While I was looking for my scribe, I found him near
The scribe is mine, I'm the scribe's, why do the others interfere
How the starched shirt fits to my scribe