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The fempftress is filent; the stranger complies,

And his wig from his phiz deigns to pull.
Adzooks! what a fquall Sally gave through surprize!
Like a pig that is stuck how she open’d her eyes,
. When she recognized Jollup's bare skull!

Each miss then exclaim'd, while she turn'd up her fnout,

-“ Sir, your head isn't fit to be seen !"– The pot-boys ran in, and the pot-boys ran out, And couldn't conceive what the noise was about,

While the Doctor address’d Sally Green:

" Behold me, thou jilt-flirt ! behold me!” he cried; “ You've broken the faith which you gave! “ God grants, that, to punish your falsehood and pride, “ Over-eating should give you a pain in your side: “ Come, swallow this rhubarb ! I'll physic the bride,

“ And send her well-dosed to the grave !”.

Thus saying, the physic her throat he forced down,

In spite of whate'er she could say;
Then bore to his chariot the damsel so brown ;
Nor ever again was she seen in that town,

Or the Doctor who whisk'd her away.

Not long liy'd the Brewer : and none fince that time

To make use of the brewhouse prefume;
For 'tis firmly believed, that, by order sublime,

There

There Sally Green suffers the pain of her crime;

And bawls to get out of the room.

At midnight four times in each year does her sprite

With Inrieks make the chamber resound : " I won't take the rhubarb !" she squalls in affright, While, a cup in his left hand, a draught in his right,

Giles Jollup pursues her around !

With wigs fo well powder'd, their fees while they crave,

Dancing round them twelve doctors are seen: They drink chicken-broth, while this horrible ftave Is twang'd through each nose_" To Giles Jollup the Grave,

" And his patient, the sick Sally Green !"

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The original is to be found in the “ Kiampe-Viiser,” Copenhagen,

1739. My version of this Ballad (as also of most of the Danish Ballads in this collection) was made from a German translation to be found in Herder's " Volkslieder."

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The kniglit laid his head upon Elver's Hoh,

Soft slumbers his senses beguiling;
Fatigue prefs'd its seal on his eyelids, when lo!

Two maidens drew near to him, smiling;
The one she kiss'd softly Sir Algamore's eyes;
The other she whisper'd him sweetly,

“ Arise! thou gallant young warrior, arise, “ For the dance it goes gaily and featly!

“ Arise, thou gallant young warrior, arise,

¢ And dance with us now and for ever!

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“ My damsels with music thine ear shall surprise,

And sweeter a mortal heard ncver-
Then straight of young maidens appear'd a fair throng,

Who their voices in harmony raising,
The winds they were still as the sounds flew along,

By silence their melody praising.

The winds they were still as the sounds flew along,

The wolf howl'd no more from the mountains; The rivers were mute upon hearing the song,

And calm'd the loud rush of their fountains:
The fish, as they swam in the waters so clear,

To the soft sounds delighted attended,
And nightingales, charm'd the sweet accents to hear,

Their notes with the melody blended.

-“ Now hear me, thou gallant young warrior, now hear! “ If thou wilt partake of our pleasure, “ We'll teach thee to draw the pale moon from her sphere,

“ We'll show thee the forcerer's treasure ! “ We'll teach thee the Runic rhyme, tcach thee to hold

“ The wild bear in magical fetters, “ To charm the red dragon, who broods over gold,

“ And tame him by mystical letters."

Now hither, now thither, then danced the gay band,

By witchcraft the hero surprising,
Who ever sat filent, his sword in his hand,

Their sports and their pleasures, despising.

666 Now

- Now hear me, thou gallant young warrior, now hcar!

“ If still thou disdain'st what we proffer, With dagger and knife from thy breast will we tear

Thine heart, which refuses our offer !"

Oh! glad was the knight when he heard the cock crow!

His enemies trembled, and left him:
Else must he have stayed upon Elver's Hoh,

And the yitches of ļife had bereft him,
Beware then, ye warriors, returning by night

From court, dress’d in gold and in silver ; Beware how you slumber on Elver's rough height,

Beware of the witches of Elver!

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