These, then, were the actions undertaken by the Duke of Qin after his victories. Without any check to his desires, he began to oppress the people, and, at the advice of Li Su, destroying the works of the scholars. At this time a popular song began to circulate amongst the peasantry, which I here record.
O such a bad Duke of Qin I scarcely know where to begin For he's a horrible, terrible Wholly unbearable Rascally mad Duke of Qin
His taxes are really quite fair-- At least if you get by on air He drips jade and gold whilst we starve in the cold-- That miserly mad Duke of Qin
The scholars he takes from their books And gives both their eyes to the rooks He answers their learning with strangling and burning That arrogant mad Duke of Qin
We pity the Confucianist Whose name has appeared on his list His pleas go unheard, so far down he's interred-- Such a rotten old mad Duke of Qin
With each of his neighbors he's made peace-- By killing them down to the least Each federate state but a crumb on his plate, Th'incontinent mad Duke of Qin
His justice is modelled on trust: He trusts us to die when we must "For virtue's the fruit of which torture's the root," So says the mad Duke of Qin
We'd love to move out of this state But such simply is not our Fate For he owns all the land from the sea to the sand That cantankerous, Rancorous, No-hanky-pankorous Disgustingly mad Duke of Qin!