The Fairy Mythology. Thomas Keightley
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Название: The Fairy Mythology

Автор: Thomas Keightley

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isbn: 4057664129130

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      Sir Olof rideth out ere dawn,

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       Bright day him came on.

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      Sir Olof rides by Borgya,

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       Meets a dance of Elves so gay.

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      There danceth Elf and Elve-maid,

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       Elve-king's daughter, with her flying hair.

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      Elve-king's daughter reacheth her hand free,

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       "Come here, Sir Olof, tread the dance with me."

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      "Nought I tread the dance with thee,"

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       "My bride hath that forbidden me."

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      "Nought I will and nought I may,"

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       "To-morrow is my wedding-day."

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      "Wilt thou not tread the dance with me?"

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       "An evil shall I fix on thee."

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      Sir Olof turned his horse therefrom,

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       Sickness and plague follow him home.

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      Sir Olof to his mother's rode,

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       Out before him his mother stood.

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      "Welcome, welcome, my dear son,"

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       "Why is thy rosy cheek so wan?"

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      "My colt was swift and I tardy,"

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       "I knocked against a green oak-tree."

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      "My dear sister, prepare my bed,"

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       "My dear brother, take my horse to the mead."

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      "My dear mother, brush my hair,"

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       "My dear father, make me a bier."

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      "My dear son, that do not say,"

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       To-morrow is thy wedding-day."

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.

      "Be it when it will betide,"

       Breaketh day, falleth rime;

       "I ne'er shall come unto my bride."

       Sir Olof cometh home,

       When the wood it is leaf-green.[138]

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      I was a handsome young swain,

       And to the court should ride.

       I rode out in the evening-hour;

       In the rosy grove I to sleep me laid.

       Since I her first saw.

      I laid me under a lind so green,

       My eyes they sunk in sleep;

       There came two maidens going along,

       They fain would with me speak.

       Since I her first saw.

      The one she tapped me on my cheek,

       The other whispered in my ear:

       "Stand up, handsome young swain,

       If thou list of love to hear."

       Since I her first saw.

      They led then forth a maiden,

       Whose hair like gold did shine:

       "Stand up, handsome young swain,

       If thou to joy incline."

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