I love the bu-hir-tser-i all, Khar-sa-a-nii sa-qu-u-tu; Hear cu-uts-tsi[10] with thunder roll Across the skies within my view.

[Footnote 9: "Khar-sa-a-nu sa-qu-u-tu," forests thick] [Footnote 10: "Cu-uts-tsi," storms.]

The chist av drawers was lyin' on uts face, wid all the dhrawers out an' emptied on the flure.