“Trên má nhảy nhót bông hồng...” “The Rose did caper on her cheek...”

The Rose did caper on her cheek – Her Bodice rose and fell – Her pretty speech – like drunken men – Did stagger pitiful – Her fingers fumbled at her work – Her needle would not go – What ailed so smart a little Maid – It puzzled me to know – Till opposite – I spied a cheek That bore another Rose – Just opposite – Another speech That like the Drunkard goes – A Vest that like her Bodice, danced – To the immortal tune – Till those two troubled – little Clocks Ticked softly into one.