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Your basket, with your pretty basket, Your trowel, with your little trowel, Maiden, picking herbs on this hill-side, I would ask you: Where is your home? Will you not tell me your name? Over the spacious Land of Yamato It is I who reign so wide and far, It is I who rule so wide and far. I myself, as your lord, will tell you Of my home, and my name.