Divided Allegiance

My Love is beautiful as day— 
  My Love is very fair:
The gold gleam of the sunset ray
  Has nestled in Her hair. 
The gold that in the Sun is set 
Is all the gold that She will get;
I love Her well. But yet .... but yet ....

My Round Rupee is greasy, dim—
  More light than He should be;
Some bunnia  must have 'sweated' Him
  Before He came to me.
All things that 'neath the Sun are set
I know my round Rupee can get;
I love Him well. But yet .... but yet ....

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