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Is it a cuckoo that cries?
Is it the willow that is blue?
Row away, row away!
Several roofs in a far fishing village
swim in the mist.
Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.
Boy, fetch an old net!
Fishes are climbing against the stream.
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