The king of China's daughterSo beautiful to seeWith a face like yellow waterLeft her nutmeg tree
Her little rope for skippingShe kissed and gave it meMade of painted notes of singing-birdsAmong the fields of tea
I skipped across the nutmeg groveI skipped across the seaBut neither sun or moon, my dearHas yet caught me
Ko e tu'i 'o e foha SiainaFu'u faka'ofo'ofa ke sioMo e ha mata hange ko e vai engaengaNe tuku ia 'i he 'ovava natimeki.
Ko hono ki'i maea ke ne hopo aiNe 'uma pea 'o ange ia ka auNgaohi ia mei he ngaahi noti kuo vali 'o e fuifui manupuna kiki'I he ngoue ti.
Neu heke'i 'i he potu natimekiNeu heke'i 'i tahiKa 'ikai La'a pe 'ikai ha Mahina, 'e si'eku 'ofeinaHe na'e 'ikai ke ma'u au 'a naua.