If you'd gone with Marco, Polo across to far Cathay,
You'd have seen the warlike Tartars with flat noses, on the way;
You'd have struggled through the Ganges mud
At sunset fought fierce river flood
You'd have toiled up rugged mountain peaks,
And shivered in caravan tents for weeks!
But when at hut your goal was reached,
Cathay's fair spires were shown
And Kubla Khan; his fabulous town
The mighty splendour all revealed
Far from Venice, from her bridges, canals
When your homewards journey after turn
Then many with greedy voice would say
"I wish I'd gone with Marco Polo
Over to that far Cathay".