fate without a word; the third made a hard resistance. With her last
breath she adjured the robbers to seek a lodging at Herr Truels' that
night. This they did. They drank so long that they drank Herr Truels to
bed. Then they asked his wife to promise herself to all three. First,
she said, she must look into their bags. In their bags she saw her
daughters' trinkets. She excused herself for a moment, barred the door
strongly, roused her husband, and made it known to him that these guests
had killed his three daughters. Herr Truels called on all his men to
arm. He asked the robbers who was their father. They said that they had
been stolen by robbers, on their way to school, one day; had had a hard
life for fourteen years; and the first crime they had committed was
killing three maids yesterday. Herr Truels revealed to them that they
had murdered their sisters, and offered them new clothes, in which they
might go away. "Nay," they said, "not so; life for life is meet." They
were taken out of the town, and their heads struck off. #B# differs from
#A# in only a few points. The robbers ask lodging at Herr Thor's, as
being pilgrims. When he discovers their true character, he threatens
them with the wheel. They say, Shall we come to the wheel? Our father
drinks Yule with the king. They tell him their story, and their father
offers them saddle and horse to make their best way off. They reply, "We
will give blood for blood," spread their cloaks on the floor, and let
their blood run.
#Swedish.# 'Pehr Tyrsons Döttrar i Wänge.' #A#, Arwidsson, II, 413, No
166. #B#, Afzelius, III, 193, No 98: ed. Bergström, I, 380, No 84, 1.
#C#, Afzelius, III, 197: ed. Bergström, I, 382, No 84, 2, as old as the
last half of the seventeenth century. #D#, Afzelius, III, 202: ed.
Bergström, I, 384, No 84, 3. #E#, "C. J. Wessén, De paroecia Kärna (an
academical dissertation), Upsala, 1836," Arwidsson, as above, who
mentions another unprinted copy in the Royal Library.
#A.# Herr Töres' daughters overslept matins, dressed themselves
handsomely, and set off for mass. All on the heath they were met by
three wood-robbers, who demanded, Will ye be our wives, or lose your
lives? The first answered: God save us from trying either! the second,
Rather let us range the world! the third, Better death with honor! But
First were they the three wood-robbers' wives,
And after that they lost their young lives.
The robbers strip them; then go and ask to be taken in by Herr Töres. He
serves them with mead and wine, but presently begins to wish his
daughters were at home. His wife sees him to bed; then returns to her
guests, who offer her a silken sark to pass the night with them. "Give
me a sight of the silken sark," she cries, with prophetic soul: "God
have mercy on my daughters!" She rouses her husband, and tells him that
the robbers have slain his bairns. He puts on his armor and kills two of
them: the third begs to be spared till he can say who were his kin; his
father's name is Töres! Father and mother resolve to build a church for
penance, and it shall be called Kerna. #B#, #C#, #D#. The girls meet
three "vallare," strolling men, and none of them good (#C#). The robbers
cut off the girls' heads on the trunk of a birch (cf. English #C# 5:
"It's lean your head upon my staff," and with his pen-knife he has
cutted it aff): three springs burst forth immediately. They go to the
house, and ask the mother if she will buy silken sarks that nine maids
have stitched (#B#). She says:
'Open your sacks, and let me see:
Mayhap I shall know them all three.'
The father, in #B#, when he discovers that he has slain his own sons,
goes to the smith, and has an iron band fastened round his middle. The
parents vow to build a church as an expiation, and it shall be called
Kerna (#B#, #C#).
#Färöe.# 'Torkilds Riim, eller St. Catharinæ Vise, 'Lyngbye, Færøiske
Qvæder, p. 534/p. 535. In this form of the story, as in the Icelandic
versions which follow, the robbers are not the brothers of the maids.
Torkild's two daughters sleep till the sun shines on their beds. Their
father wakens them, and tells Katrine she is waited for at church.
Katrine dresses herself splendidly, but does not disdain to saddle her
own horse.
And since no knave was ready to help,
Katrine bridled the horse herself.
And since no knave was standing about,
Herself put the bit in her horse's mouth.
First she came upon three strollers (vadlarar[156]), then two, then one,
and the last asked her whether she would pass the night with him (vera
qvöldar vujv) or die. He cut off her head, and wherever her blood ran a
light kindled; where her head fell a spring welled forth: where her body
lay a church was [afterwards] built. The rover came to Torkild's house,
and the father asked if he had seen Katrine. He said she had been at
Mary kirk the day before, and asked for a lodging, feigning to be sick.
This was readily granted. He went to bed, and Aasa, the other sister,
waited upon him. He offered her a silken sark to sleep with him. Aasa
asked to see the sark first, and found on it her sister's mark. The
fellow went on to offer her a blue cloak and gold crown successively,
and on both of these she saw her sister's mark. Aasa bade him
good-night, went to her father, and told him that the man they had
housed had killed his daughter. Torkild ordered his swains to light a
pile in the wood: early the next morning they burned the murderer on it.
#Icelandic.# Five Icelandic versions, and the first stanza of two more,
are given in Íslenzk Fornkvæði, I, 108 ff, No 15, 'Vallara kvæði.'
The story is nearly the same as in the Färöe ballad. Two of Thorkell's
daughters sleep till after the sun is up (#B#, #C#). They wash and
dress; they set out for church (#C#). On the heath they encounter a
strolling man, #A#; a tall, large man, #C#, #E#; a horseman or knight,
#D#. He greets them: "Why will ye not speak? Are ye come of elves, or of
kings themselves?" #A# [Are ye come of earls, or of beggar-churls? #B#].
They answer, We are not come of elves, nor of kings themselves; we are
Thorkell's daughters, and serve Mary kirk. He asks, Will ye choose to
lose your life, or shall I rather take you to wife? The choice, they
say, is hard: they would rather die. He kills them and buries them. At
night he goes to Thorkell's house, where Asa is alone. He knocks to be
let in; Asa refuses; he draws the latch with his deft fingers (#A#, #C#,
#D#). He offers Asa a silken sark to sleep with him [and a blue cloak to
say nothing, #A#]. She asked to see the sark, and knew her sisters'
work, begged him to wait a moment, went to her father, and told him that
the murderer of his daughters was there. Thorkell dashed his harp to the
floor [and kicked over the table, #D#, #E#]. The murderer in the morning
was hanged like a dog, #A#, #B#. [Thorkell tore at his hair and cut him
down with an elder-stock, #C#; they fought three days, and on the fourth
the villain was hanged in a strap, #E#, the knight was hanging like a
dog, #D#]. A miraculous light burned over the place where the maids had
been buried, #A# 16, #C# 27, #D# 24, #E# 12. When their bodies were
taken into the church, the bells rang of themselves, #D#.
#Norwegian# versions of this ballad have been obtained from tradition,
but none as yet have been published.
"The mains and burn of Fordie, the banks of which are very beautiful,"
says Aytoun (I, 159), "lie about six miles to the east of Dunkeld."
Tradition has connected the story with half a dozen localities in
Sweden, and, as Professor Grundtvig informs me, with at least eight
places in the different provinces of Denmark. The Kerna church of the
Swedish ballads, not far from Linköping (Afzelius), has been popularly
supposed to derive its name from a Catharina, Karin, or Karna, killed by
her own brother, a wood-robber, near its site. See Afzelius, ed.
Bergström, II, 329 ff: Danske Viser, III, 444 f.
* * * * *
#A# is translated by Grundtvig, Engelske og skotske Folkeviser, No 34,
p. 216, and, with some slight use of Aytoun, I, 160, by Rosa Warrens,
Schottische Volkslieder der Vorzeit, No 18, p. 85. Danish #A#, by Prior,
III, 252.
A
#a.# Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 88. #b.# The same. #c.#
The same, Appendix, p. xxii, No XXVI, apparently from
South Perthshire.
1
There were three ladies lived in a bower,
Eh vow bonnie
And they went out to pull a flower.
On the bonnie banks o Fordie
2
They hadna pu'ed a flower but ane,
When up started to them a banisht man.
3
He's taen the first sister by her hand,
And he's turned her round and made her stand.
4
'It's whether will ye be a rank robber's wife,
Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?'
5
'It's I'll not be a rank robber's wife,
But I'll rather die by your wee pen-knife.'
6
He's killed this may, and he's laid her by,
For to bear the red rose company.
7
He's taken the second ane by the hand,
And he's turned her round and made her stand.
8
'It's whether will ye be a rank robber's wife,
Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?'
9
'I'll not be a rank robber's wife,
But I'll rather die by your wee pen-knife.'
10
He's killed this may, and he's laid her by,
For to bear the red rose company.
11
He's taken the youngest ane by the hand,
And he's turned her round and made her stand.
12
Says, 'Will ye be a rank robber's wife,
Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?'
13
'I'll not be a rank robber's wife,
Nor will I die by your wee pen-knife.
14
'For I hae a brother in this wood.
And gin ye kill me, it's he'll kill thee.'
15
'What's thy brother's name? come tell to me.'
'My brother's name is Baby Lon.'
16
'O sister, sister, what have I done!
O have I done this ill to thee!
17
'O since I've done this evil deed,
Good sall never be seen o me.'
18
He's taken out his wee pen-knife,
And he's twyned himsel o his ain sweet life.
B
#a.# Herd's MSS, I, 38, II, 76. #b.# The Scots Magazine,
Oct., 1803, p. 699, communicated by Jamieson, and
evidently from Herd's copy.
1
There wond three ladies in a bower,
Annet and Margret and Marjorie
And they have gane out to pu a flower.
And the dew it lyes on the wood, gay ladie
2
They had nae pu'd a flower but ane,
When up has started a banished man.
3
He has taen the eldest by the hand,
He has turned her about and bade her stand.
4
'Now whether will ye be a banisht man's wife,
Or will ye be sticked wi my pen-knife?'
5
'I will na be ca'd a banished man's wife,
I'll rather be sticked wi your pen-knife.'
6
And he has taen out his little pen-knife,
And frae this lady he has taen the life.
7
He has taen the second by the hand,
He has turned her about and he bad her stand.
8
'Now whether will ye be a banisht man's wife,
Or will ye be sticked wi my pen-knife?'
9
'I will na be ca'd a banished man's wife;
I'll rather be sticked wi your pen-knife.'
10
And he has taen out his little pen-knife,
And frae this lady he has taen the life.
11
He has taen the youngest by the hand,
He has turned her about and he bad her stand.
12
'Now whether will ye be a banished man's wife,
Or will ye be sticked wi my pen-knife?'
13
'I winnae be called a banished man's wife,
Nor yet will I be sticked wi your pen-knife.
14
'But gin my three brethren had been here,
Ye had nae slain my sisters dear.'
* * * * * * *
C
Motherwell's MS., p. 172. From J. Goldie, March, 1825.
1
There were three sisters on a road,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
And there they met a banished lord.
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree
2
The eldest sister was on the road,
And there she met with the banished lord.
3
'O will ye consent to lose your life,
Or will ye be a banished lord's wife?'
4
'I'll rather consent to lose my life
Before I'll be a banished lord's wife.'
5
'It's lean your head upon my staff,'
And with his pen-knife he has cutted it aff.
6
He flang her in amang the broom,
Saying, 'Lye ye there till another ane come.'
7
The second sister was on the road,
And there she met with the banished lord.
8
'O will ye consent to lose your life,
Or will ye be a banished lord's wife?'
9
'I'll rather consent to lose my life
Before I'll be a banished lord's wife.'
10
'It's lean your head upon my staff,'
And with his pen-knife he has cutted it aff.
11
He flang her in amang the broom,
Saying, 'Lie ye there till another ane come.'
12
The youngest sister was on the road,
And there she met with the banished lord.
13
'O will ye consent to lose your life,
Or will ye be a banished lord's wife?'
14
'O if my three brothers were here,
Ye durstna put me in such a fear.'
15
'What are your three brothers, altho they were here,
That I durstna put you in such a fear?'
16
'My eldest brother's a belted knight,
The second, he's a ...
17
'My youngest brother's a banished lord,
And oftentimes he walks on this road.'
* * * * * * *
D
Motherwell's MS., p. 174. From the recitation of Agnes
Lyle, Kilbarchan, July 27, 1825.
1
There were three sisters, they lived in a bower,
Sing Anna, sing Margaret, sing Marjorie
The youngest o them was the fairest flower.
And the dew goes thro the wood, gay ladie
2
The oldest of them she's to the wood gane,
To seek a braw leaf and to bring it hame.
3
There she met with an outlyer bold,
Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
4
'Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
5
'O kind sir, if I hae 't at my will,
I'll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.'
6
He's taen out his we pen-knife,
He's twinned this young lady of her sweet life
7
He wiped his knife along the dew;
But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
8
The second of them she's to the wood gane,
To seek her old sister, and to bring her hame.
9
There she met with an outlyer bold,
Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
10
'Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
11
'O kind sir, if I hae 't at my will,
I'll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.'
12
He's taen out his we pen-knife,
He's twinned this young lady of her sweet life.
13
He wiped his knife along the dew;
But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
14
The youngest of them she's to the wood gane,
To seek her two sisters, and to bring them hame.
15
There she met with an outlyer bold,
Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
16
'Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
17
'If my three brethren they were here,
Such questions as these thou durst nae speer.'
18
'Pray, what may thy three brethren be,
That I durst na mak so bold with thee? '
19
'The eldest o them is a minister bred,
He teaches the people from evil to good.
20
'The second o them is a ploughman good,
He ploughs the land for his livelihood.
21
'The youngest of them is an outlyer bold,
Lies many a long night in the woods so cold.'
22
He stuck his knife then into the ground,
He took a long race, let himself fall on.
E
Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 212. From
Mearnsshire.
1
The Duke o Perth had three daughters,
Elizabeth, Margaret, and fair Marie;
And Elizabeth's to the greenwud gane,
To pu the rose and the fair lilie.
2
But she hadna pu'd a rose, a rose,
A double rose, but barely three,
Whan up and started a Loudon lord,
Wi Loudon hose, and Loudon sheen.
3
'Will ye be called a robber's wife?
Or will ye be stickit wi my bloody knife?
For pu'in the rose and the fair lilie,
For pu'in them sae fair and free.'
4
'Before I'll be called a robber's wife,
I'll rather be stickit wi your bloody knife,
For pu'in,' etc.
5
Then out he's tane his little pen-knife,
And he's parted her and her sweet life,
And thrown her oer a bank o brume,
There never more for to be found.
6
The Duke o Perth had three daughters,
Elizabeth, Margaret, and fair Marie;
And Margaret's to the greenwud gane,
To pu the rose and the fair lilie.
7
She hadna pu'd a rose, a rose,
A double rose, but barely three,
When up and started a Loudon lord,
Wi Loudon hose, and Loudon sheen.
8
'Will ye be called a robber's wife?
Or will ye be stickit wi my bloody knife?
For pu'in,' etc.
9
'Before I'll be called a robber's wife,
I'll rather be stickit wi your bloody knife,
For pu'in,' etc.
10
Then out he's tane his little pen-knife,
And he's parted her and her sweet life,
For pu'in, etc.
11
The Duke o Perth had three daughters,
Elizabeth, Margaret, and fair Marie;
And Mary's to the greenwud gane,
To pu the rose and the fair lilie.
12
She hadna pu'd a rose, a rose,
A double rose, but barely three,
When up and started a Loudon lord,
Wi Loudon hose, and Loudon sheen.
13
'O will ye be called a robber's wife?
Or will ye be stickit wi my bloody knife?
For pu'in,' etc.
14
'Before I'll be called a robber's wife,
I'll rather be stickit wi your bloody knife,
For pu'in,' etc.
15
But just as he took out his knife,
To tak frae her her ain sweet life,
Her brother John cam ryding bye,
And this bloody robber he did espy.
16
But when he saw his sister fair,
He kennd her by her yellow hair;
He calld upon his pages three,
To find this robber speedilie.
17
'My sisters twa that are dead and gane,
For whom we made a heavy maene,
It's you that's twinnd them o their life,
And wi your cruel bloody knife.
18
'Then for their life ye sair shall dree;
Ye sail be hangit on a tree,
Or thrown into the poisond lake,
To feed the toads and rattle-snake.'
* * * * *
#A. a.#
"Given from two copies obtained from recitation, which
differ but little from each other. Indeed, the only
variation is in the verse where the outlawed brother
unweetingly slays his sister." [19.] _Motherwell._
#b.#
19.
He's taken out his wee penknife,
Hey how bonnie
And he's twined her o her ain sweet life.
On the, etc.
#c.#
_The first stanza, only_:
There were three sisters livd in a bower,
Fair Annet and Margaret and Marjorie
And they went out to pu a flower.
And the dew draps off the hyndberry tree
#B. a.#
"To a wild melancholy old tune not in any collection."
"N.B. There are a great many other verses which I could
not recover. Upon describing her brothers, the banished
man finds that he has killed his two brothers and two
sisters,--upon which he kills himself." _Herd._
2^2. _MS._ Quhen.
4^1, 4^2, 5^2, 12^1, 12^2, 13^2, 14^2. ye, your, yet,
_MS._ ze, zour, zet. _8, 9, 10 are not written out._
#b.#
"Of this I have got only 14 stanzas, but there are many
more. It is a horrid story. The banished man discovers
that he has killed two of his brothers and his three (?)
sisters, upon which he kills himself." _Jamieson_.
_The first two stanzas only are cited by Jamieson_.
1^1. three sisters.
2^2. up there started.
#C.#
_7-11 and 12^2 are not written out in the MS._ "Repeat as
to the second sister, mutatis mutandis." _Motherwell._
#D#.
_9-13 are not written out in the MS._ "Same as 1st
sister." _Motherwell._
14^2. bring her.
_15,16 are not written out._ "Same as 1st and 2d sisters,
but this additional, viz^t." _M._
22^2. longe, _or_ large?
[156] Lyngbye insists on translating _vadlarar_ pilgrims, though his
people understood the word to mean robbers. He refers to the Icelandic
vallari, which, originally a pilgrim, came to mean a tramp. No one can
fail to recognize the character who has become the terror of our rural
districts, and to whom, in our preposterous regard for the rights of
"man," we sacrifice the peace, and often the lives, of women.
15
LEESOME BRAND
#A.# 'Leesome Brand.' #a.# Buchan's Ballads of the North
of Scotland, I, 38. #b.# Motherwell's MS., p. 626.
#B.# 'The Broom blooms bonnie,' etc., Motherwell's MS., p.
365.
This is one of the cases in which a remarkably fine ballad has been
worse preserved in Scotland than anywhere else. Without light from
abroad we cannot fully understand even so much as we have saved, and
_with_ this light comes a keen regret for what we have lost.
#A#, from Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, is found also in
Motherwell's MS., but without doubt was derived from Buchan. Though
injured by the commixture of foreign elements, #A# has still much of the
original story. #B# has, on the contrary, so little that distinctively
and exclusively belongs to this story that it might almost as well have
been put with the following ballad, 'Sheath and Knife,' as here. A third
ballad, 'The Birth of Robin Hood,' preserves as much of the story as
#A#, but in an utterly incongruous and very modern setting, being, like
'Erlinton,' #C#, forced into an absurd Robin Hood framework.
The mixture of four-line with two-line stanzas in #A# of course comes
from different ballads having been blended, but for all that, these
ballads might have had the same theme. Stanzas 33-35, however, are such
as we meet with in ballads of the 'Earl Brand' class, but not in those
of the class to which 'Leesome Brand' belongs. In the English ballads,
and nearly all the Danish, of the former class, there is at least a
conversation between son and mother [father], whereas in the other the
catastrophe excludes such a possibility. Again, the "unco land" in the
first stanza, "where winds never blew nor cocks ever crew," is at least
a reminiscence of the paradise depicted in the beginning of many of the
versions of 'Ribold and Guldborg,' and stanza 4 of 'Leesome Brand'
closely resembles stanza 2 of 'Earl Brand,' #A#.[157] Still, the first
and fourth stanzas suit one ballad as well as the other, which is not
true of 33-35.
The name Leesome Brand may possibly be a corruption of Hildebrand, as
Earl Brand almost certainly is; but a more likely origin is the
Gysellannd of one of the kindred Danish ballads.
The white hind, stanzas 28, 30, is met with in no other ballad of this
class, and, besides this, the last four stanzas are in no kind of
keeping with what goes before, for the "young son" is spoken of as
having been first brought home at some previous period. Grundtvig has
suggested that the hind and the blood came from a lost Scottish ballad
resembling 'The Maid Transformed into a Hind,' D.g.F, No 58. In this
ballad a girl begs her brother, who is going hunting, to spare the
little hind that "plays before his foot." The brother nevertheless
shoots the hind, though not mortally, and sets to work to flay it, in
which process he discovers his sister under the hind's hide. His sister
tells him that she had been successively changed into a pair of
scissors, a sword, a hare, a hind, by her step-mother, and that she was
not to be free of the spell until she had drunk of her brother's blood.
Her brother at once cuts his fingers, gives her some of his blood, and
the girl is permanently restored to her natural shape, and afterwards is
happily married. Stanzas similar to 36-41 of #A# and 12-16 of #B# will
be found in the ballad which follows this, to which they are especially
well suited by their riddling character; and I believe that they belong
there, and not here. It is worthy of remark, too, that there is a _hind_
in another ballad, closely related to No 16 ('The Bonny Hind'), and that
the hind in 'Leesome Brand' may, in some way not now explicable, have
come from this. The confounding of 'Leesome Brand' with a ballad of the
'Bonny Hind' class would be paralleled in Danish, for in 'Redselille og
Medelvold' #T# (and perhaps #I#, see Grundtvig's note, V, 237), the
knight is the lady's brother.
The "auld son" in #B#, like the first bringing home of the _young_ son
in #A# 45, 47, shows how completely the proper story has been lost sight
of. There should be no son of any description at the point at which this
stanza comes in, and _auld_ son should everywhere be _young_ son. The
best we can do, to make sense of stanza 3, is to put it after 8, with
the understanding that woman and child are carried off for burial;
though really there is no need to move them on that account. The
shooting of the child is unintelligible in the mutilated state of the
ballad. It is apparently meant to be an accident. Nothing of the kind
occurs in other ballads of the class, and the divergence is probably a
simple corruption.
The ballad which 'Leesome Brand' represents is preserved among the
Scandinavian races under four forms.
#Danish.# I. 'Bolde Hr. Nilaus' Lön,' a single copy from a manuscript
of the beginning of the 17th century: Grundtvig, V, 231, No 270. II.
'Redselille og Medelvold,' in an all but unexampled number of versions,
of which some sixty are collated, and some twenty-five printed, by
Grundtvig, most of them recently obtained from tradition, and the oldest
a broadside of about the year 1770: Grundtvig, V, 234, No 271. III.
'Sönnens Sorg,' Grundtvig, V, 289, No 272, two versions only: #A# from
the middle of the 16th century; #B# three hundred years later,
previously printed in Berggreen's Danske Folkesange, I, No 83 (3d ed.).
IV. 'Stalbroders Kvide,' Grundtvig, V, 301, No 273, two versions: #A#
from the beginning of the 17th century, #B# from about 1570.
#Swedish.# II. #A#, broadside of 1776, reprinted in Grundtvig, No 271,
V, 281, Bilag 1, and in Jamieson's Illustrations, p. 373 ff, with a
translation. #B#, 'Herr Redevall,' Afzelius, II, 189, No 58, new ed. No
51. #C#, 'Krist' Lilla och Herr Tideman,' Arwidsson, I, 352, No 54 A.
#D#, #E#, #F#, #G#, from Cavallius and Stephens' manuscript collection,
first printed by Grundtvig, No 271, V, 282 ff, Bilag 2-5. #H#, 'Rosa
lilla,' Eva Wigström, Folkvisor från Skåne, in Ur de nordiska Folkens
Lif, af Artur Hazelius, p. 133, No 8. III. A single version, of date
about 1650, 'Moder och Son,' Arwidsson, II, 15, No 70.
#Norwegian.# II. Six versions and a fragment, from recent tradition:
#A-E#, #G#, first printed by Grundtvig, No 271, V, 284 ff, Bilag 6-11;
#F#, 'Grivilja,' in Lindeman's Norske Fjeldmelodier, No 121. III. Six
versions from recent tradition, #A-F#, first printed by Grundtvig, No
272, V, 297 ff, Bilag I-6.