| 'Gae to your master, porter,' she said,
| 'Gae ye right speedilie;
| Bid him come and speak wi a maid
| That wishes his face to see.'
| 36
| The porter's up to his master gane,
| Fell low down on his knee;
| 'Win up, win up, my porter,' he said,
| 'Why bow ye low to me?'
| 37
| 'I hae been porter at your yetts
| These thirty years and three,
| But fairer maids than's at them now
| My eyes did never see.
| 38
| 'The foremost she is drest in green,
| The rest in fine attire,
| Wi gowden girdles round their middles,
| Well worth a sheriff's hire.'
| 39
| Then out it speaks Bondwell's own bride,
| Was a' gowd to the chin;
| 'They canno be fairer thereout,' she says,
| 'Than we that are therein.'
| 40
| 'There is a difference, my dame,' he said,
| ''Tween that ladye's colour and yours;
| As much difference as you were a stock,
| She o the lily flowers.'
| 41
| Then out it speaks him Young Bondwell,
| An angry man was he:
| 'Cast up the yetts baith wide an braid,
| These ladies I may see.'
| 42
| Quickly up stairs Dame Essel's gane,
| Her maidens next her wi;
| Then said the bride, This lady's face
| Shows the porter's tauld nae lie.
| 43
| The lady unto Bondwell spake,
| These words pronounced she:
| O hearken, hearken, fause Bondwell,
| These words that I tell thee.
| 44
| Is this the way ye keep your vows
| That ye did make to me,
| When your feet were in iron fetters,
| Ae foot ye coudna flee?
| 45
| I stole the keys o the jail-house door
| Frae under the bed they lay,
| And opend up the jail-house door,
| Set you at liberty.
| 46
| Gae you a steed was swift in need,
| A saddle o royal ben,
| A hunder pund o pennies round,
| Bade you gae rove an spend.
| 47
| A couple o hounds o ae litter,
| Cain they ca'ed the ane,
| Twa gay gos-hawks as swift's eer flew,
| To keep you onthought lang.
| 48
| But since this day ye've broke your vow,
| For which ye're sair to blame,
| And since nae mair I'll get o you,
| O Cain, will ye gae hame?
| 49
| 'O Cain! O Cain!' the lady cried,
| And Cain did her ken;
| They baith flappd round the lady's knee,
| Like a couple o armed men.
| 50
| He's to his bride wi hat in hand,
| And haild her courteouslie:
| 'Sit down by me, my bonny Bondwell,
| What makes this courtesie?'
| 51
| 'An asking, asking, fair lady,
| An asking ye'll grant me;'
| 'Ask on, ask on, my bonny Bondwell,
| What may your askings be?'
| 52
| 'Five hundred pounds to you I'll gie,
| Of gowd an white monie,
| If ye'll wed John, my ain cousin;
| He looks as fair as me.'
| 53
| 'Keep well your monie, Bondwell,' she said,
| 'Nae monie I ask o thee;
| Your cousin John was my first love,
| My husband now he's be.'
| 54
| Bondwell was married at morning ear,
| John in the afternoon;
| Dame Essels is lady ower a' the bowers
| And the high towers o Linne.
N
#a.# Falkirk, printed by T. Johnston, 1815. #b.# Stirling,
M. Randall.
| 1
| In London was Young Bichen born,
| He longd strange lands to see;
| He set his foot on good ship-board,
| And he sailed over the sea.
| 2
| He had not been in a foreign land
| A day but only three,
| Till he was taken by a savage Moor,
| And they used him most cruelly.
| 3
| In every shoulder they put a pin,
| To every pin they put a tree;
| They made him draw the plow and cart,
| Like horse and oxen in his country.
| 4
| He had not servd the savage Moor
| A week, nay scarcely but only three,
| Till he has casten him in prison strong,
| Till he with hunger was like to die.
| 5
| It fell out once upon a day
| That Young Bichen he made his moan,
| As he lay bound in irons strong,
| In a dark and deep dungeon.
| 6
| 'An I were again in fair England,
| As many merry day I have been,
| Then I would curb my roving youth
| No more to see a strange land.
| 7
| 'O an I were free again now,
| And my feet well set on the sea,
| I would live in peace in my own country,
| And a foreign land I no more would see.'
| 8
| The savage Moor had but one daughter,
| I wot her name was Susan Py;
| She heard Young Bichen make his moan,
| At the prison-door as she past by.
| 9
| 'O have ye any lands,' she said,
| 'Or have you any money free,
| Or have you any revenues,
| To maintain a lady like me?'
| 10
| 'O I have land in fair England,
| And I have estates two or three,
| And likewise I have revenues,
| To maintain a lady like thee.'
| 11
| 'O will you promise, Young Bichen,' she says,
| 'And keep your vow faithful to me,
| That at the end of seven years
| In fair England you'll marry me?
| 12
| 'I'll steal the keys from my father dear,
| Tho he keeps them most secretly;
| I'll risk my life for to save thine,
| And set thee safe upon the sea.'
| 13
| She's stolen the keys from her father,
| From under the bed where they lay;
| She opened the prison strong
| And set Young Bichen at liberty.
| 14
| She's gone to her father's coffer,
| Where the gold was red and fair to see;
| She filled his pockets with good red gold,
| And she set him far upon the sea.
| 15
| 'O mind you well, Young Bichen,' she says,
| 'The vows and oaths you made to me;
| When you are come to your native land,
| O then remember Susan Py!'
| 16
| But when her father he came home
| He missd the keys there where they lay;
| He went into the prison strong,
| But he saw Young Bichen was away.
| 17
| 'Go bring your daughter, madam,' he says,
| 'And bring her here unto me;
| Altho I have no more but her,
| Tomorrow I'll gar hang her high.'
| 18
| The lady calld on the maiden fair
| To come to her most speedily;
| 'Go up the country, my child,' she says,
| 'Stay with my brother two years or three.
| 19
| 'I have a brother, he lives in the isles,
| He will keep thee most courteously
| And stay with him, my child,' she says,
| 'Till thy father's wrath be turnd from thee.'
| 20
| Now will we leave young Susan Py
| A while in her own country,
| And will return to Young Bichen,
| Who is safe arrived in fair England.
| 21
| He had not been in fair England
| Above years scarcely three,
| Till he has courted another maid,
| And so forgot his Susan Py.
| 22
| The youth being young and in his prime,
| Of Susan Py thought not upon,
| But his love was laid on another maid,
| And the marriage-day it did draw on.
| 23
| But eer the seven years were run,
| Susan Py she thought full long;
| She set her foot on good ship-board,
| And she has saild for fair England.
| 24
| On every finger she put a ring,
| On her mid-finger she put three;
| She filld her pockets with good red gold,
| And she has sailed oer the sea.
| 25
| She had not been in fair England
| A day, a day, but only three,
| Till she heard Young Bichen was a bridegroom,
| And the morrow to be the wedding-day.
| 26
| 'Since it is so,' said young Susan,
| 'That he has provd so false to me,
| I'll hie me to Young Bichen's gates,
| And see if he minds Susan Py.'
| 27
| She has gone up thro London town,
| Where many a lady she there did spy;
| There was not a lady in all London
| Young Susan that could outvie.
| 28
| She has calld upon a waiting-man,
| A waiting-man who stood near by:
| 'Convey me to Young Bichen's gates,
| And well rewarded shals thou be.'
| 29
| When she came to Young Bichen's gate
| She chapped loudly at the pin,
| Till down there came the proud porter;
| 'Who's there,' he says, 'that would be in?'
| 30
| 'Open the gates, porter,' she says,
| 'Open them to a lady gay,
| And tell your master, porter,' she says,
| 'To speak a word or two with me.'
| 31
| The porter he has opend the gates;
| His eyes were dazzled to see
| A lady dressd in gold and jewels;
| No page nor waiting-man had she.
| 32
| 'O pardon me, madam,' he cried,
| 'This day it is his wedding-day;
| He's up the stairs with his lovely bride,
| And a sight of him you cannot see.'
| 33
| She put her hand in her pocket,
| And therefrom took out guineas three,
| And gave to him, saying, Please, kind sir,
| Bring down your master straight to me.
| 34
| The porter up again has gone,
| And he fell low down on his knee,
| Saying, Master, you will please come down
| To a lady who wants you to see.
| 35
| A lady gay stands at your gates,
| The like of her I neer did see;
| She has more gold above her eye
| Nor would buy a baron's land to me.
| 36
| Out then spake the bride's mother,
| I'm sure an angry woman was she:
| 'You're impudent and insolent,
| For ye might excepted the bride and me.'
| 37
| 'Ye lie, ye lie, ye proud woman,
| I'm sure sae loud as I hear you lie;
| She has more gold on her body
| Than would buy the lands, the bride, and thee!'
| 38
| 'Go down, go down, porter,' he says,
| 'And tell the lady gay from me
| That I'm up-stairs wi my lovely bride,
| And a sight of her I cannot see.'
| 39
| The porter he goes down again,
| The lady waited patiently:
| 'My master's with his lovely bride,
| And he'll not win down my dame to see.'
| 40
| From off her finger she's taen a ring;
| 'Give that your master,' she says, 'from me,
| And tell him now, young man,' she says,
| 'To send down a cup of wine to me.'
| 41
| 'Here's a ring for you, master,' he says,
| 'On her mid-finger she has three,
| And you are desird, my lord,' he says,
| 'To send down a cup of wine with me.'
| 42
| He hit the table with his foot,
| He kepd it with his right knee:
| 'I'll wed my life and all my land
| That is Susan Py, come o'er the sea!'
| 43
| He has gone unto the stair-head,
| A step he took but barely three;
| He opend the gates most speedily,
| And Susan Py he there could see.
| 44
| 'Is this the way, Young Bichen,' she says,
| 'Is this the way you've guided me?
| I relieved you from prison strong,
| And ill have you rewarded me.
| 45
| 'O mind ye, Young Bichen,' she says,
| 'The vows and oaths that ye made to me,
| When ye lay bound in prison strong,
| In a deep dungeon of misery?'
| 46
| He took her by the milk-white hand,
| And led her into the palace fine;
| There was not a lady in all the palace
| But Susan Py did all outshine.
| 47
| The day concluded with joy and mirth,
| On every side there might you see;
| There was great joy in all England
| For the wedding-day of Susan Py.
* * * * *
#B.#
17^1. bids me.
22^{5, 6}. _Connected with 23 in MS._
22^6. send he.
#C. a.#
15^2. How y you.
#b.#
3^3. _omits_ house.
4^2. _omits_ foot.
7^1. _omits_ dear.
7^3. For she's ... of the prison.
7^4. And gane the dungeon within.
8^1. And when.
8^2. Wow but her heart was sair.
9^1. She's gotten.
11^1. thir twa.
13^2. I kenna.
13^4. kensnae.
14^1. fell out.
15^2. How y you.
16^1. till.
16^2. As fast as ye can gang.
16^3. tak three.
16^4. To haud ye unthocht lang.
18^1. Syne ye.
18^3. And bonny.
19^3. And I will.
20^2. As fast as she could gang.
20^3. she's taen.
20^4. To haud her unthocht lang.
22^3. And sae bonny did.
22^4. till.
24^3. And her mind misgae by.
24^4. That 't was.
25^2. markis three.
25^4. Bid your master.
27^4. did never.
29^1. and spak.
29^3. be fine.
29^4. as fine.
32^3. out of.
34^3. at the first.
35^2. gang.
36^4. Send her back a maid.
#D.#
_Written throughout without division into stanzas._
7. _A like repetition occurs again in the Skene MSS: see
No 36, p. 316._
10^{1, 2}. _One line in the MS. The metre, in several
places where it is incomplete, was doubtless made full by
repetition: see 19^{1, 3}._
14^1. _This line thus: (~an a Leash of guid gray hounds~).
The reciter evidently could remember only this point in
the stanza._
16, 17.
Whan she cam to Young Beachens gate
Is Young Beachen at hame
Or is he in this countrie
He is at hame is hearly (?) said
Him an sigh an says her Susie Pay
Has he quite forgotten me
19^{1, 3}. _Probably sung_, the stair, the stair; win up,
win up.
22^{3, 4}. _The latter half of the stanza must be supposed
to be addressed to ~Young Beachen~._
26^{1, 2}. He took her down to yon gouden green.
27^4. Sh's.
29^2. my name.
_After 29 a stanza belonging apparently to some other
ballad:_
Courtess kind, an generous mind,
An winna ye answer me?
An whan the hard their lady's word,
Well answered was she.
#E.#
_6^{4-6} was introduced, with other metrical passages,
into a long tale of '~Young Beichan and Susy Pye~,' which
Motherwell had heard related, and of which he gives a
specimen at p. xv. of his Introduction_: "Well, ye must
know that in the Moor's castle there was a massymore,
which is a dark dungeon for keeping prisoners. It was
twenty feet below the ground, and into this hole they
closed poor Beichan. There he stood, night and day, up to
his waist in puddle water; but night or day it was all one
to him, for no ae styme of light ever got in. So he lay
there a lang and weary while, and thinking on his heavy
weird, he made a murnfu sang to pass the time, and this
was the sang that he made, and grat when he sang it, for
he never thought of ever escaping from the massymore, or
of seeing his ain country again:
'My hounds they all run masterless,
My hawks they flee from tree to tree;
My youngest brother will heir my lands,
And fair England again I'll never see.
'Oh were I free as I hae been,
And my ship swimming once more on sea,
I'd turn my face to fair England,
And sail no more to a strange countrie.'
"Now the cruel Moor had a beautiful daughter, called Susy
Pye, who was accustomed to take a walk every morning in
her garden, and as she was walking ae day she heard the
sough o Beichan's sang, coming as it were from below the
ground," etc., etc.
#F.#
3^3. dungeon (donjon).
6^1. only lands.
6^2. only castles.
8^1. Oh.
10^3. ha she has gane in: _originally_ has she gane in.
13^2. _~Many~, with ~Seven~ written over: ~Seven~ in
14^2._
20. _After this stanza_: Then the porter gaed up the stair
and said.
25. _After this stanza_: Then Lord Beichan gat up, and was
in a great wrath, and said.
31. _~ae~: indistinct, but seems to have been ~one~
changed to ~ae~ or #a#._
#H.#
4^3. _~carts and wains~ for ~carts o wine~ of #A# 2^3, #B#
2^3. We have ~wine~ in #H# 4^3, #I# 3^3, and ~wine~ is in
all likelihood original._
_Christie, #I#, 31, abridges this version, making "~a few
slight alterations from the way he had heard it sung~:"
these, and one or two more._
2^4. wadna bend nor bow.
7^1. The Moor he had.
25^1. But Beichan courted.
#I.#
1^1. _~Bechin~ was pronounced ~Beekin~._
#K.#
1. _Before this, as gloss, or remnant of a preceding
stanza_: She came to a shepherd, and he replied.
2. _After this, in explanation_: She gave Lord Bechin a
slice of bread and a bottle of wine when she released him
from prison, hence the following.
3^1. to him.
4. _After this_: He had married another lady, not having
heard from his Sophia for seven long years.
#L.#
"This affecting legend is given ... precisely as I have
frequently heard it sung on Saturday nights, outside a
house of general refreshment (familiarly termed a
wine-vaults) at Battle-bridge. The singer is a young
gentleman who can scarcely have numbered nineteen
summers.... I have taken down the words from his own mouth
at different periods, and have been careful to preserve
his pronunciation." [_Attributed to Charles Dickens._] _As
there is no reason for indicating pronunciation here, in
this more than in other cases, the phonetic spelling is
replaced by common orthography. Forms of speech have,
however, been preserved, excepting two, with regard to
which I may have been too nice._
1^3. his-self.
5^2, 9^2. guv.
#M.#
10^3. _~in~ for ~wi~ (?): ~wi~ in 5^3._
12^2, 46^2. bend. _Possibly, however, understood to be
~bend==leather~, instead of ~ben==bane, bone~._
13^4, 47^4. on thought.
#N. a.#
Susan Py, or Young Bichens Garland. Shewing how he went to
a far country, and was taken by a savage Moor and cast
into prison, and delivered by the Moor's daughter, on
promise of marriage; and how he came to England, and was
going to be wedded to another bride; with the happy
arrival of Susan Py on the wedding day. Falkirk, Printed
by T. Johnston, 1815.
#b.#
3^4. his own.
4^2. A week, a week, but only.
7^3. own land.
7^4. And foreign lands no more.
11^1. young man.
13^2. he lay.
24^3. her trunks.
25^4. was the.
28^2. that stood hard by.
28^4. thou shalt.
29^2. She knocked.
31^4. waiting-maid.
32^2. For this is his.
34^1. up the stairs.
34^3. will you.
36^4. Ye might.
37^2. Sae loud as I hear ye lie.
39^4. And a sight of him you cannot see.
40^4. To bring.
42^3. I'll lay.
44^2. way that you've used me.
47^4. wedding of.
[403] Mr Macmath has ascertained that Mrs Brown was born in 1747. She
learned most of her ballads before she was twelve years old, or before
1759. 1783, or a little earlier, is the date when these copies were
taken down from her singing or recitation.
[404] The Borderer's Table Book, VII, 21. Dixon says, a little before,
that the Stirling broadside of 'Lord Bateman' varies but slightly from
the English printed by Hoggett, Durham, and Pitts, Catnach, and others,
London. This is not true of the Stirling broadside of 'Young Bichen:'
see #N b#. I did not notice, until too late, that I had not furnished
myself with the broadside 'Lord Bateman,' and have been obliged to turn
back the Cruikshank copy into ordinary orthography.
[405] We have this repetition in two other ballads of the Skene MSS
besides #D#; see p. 316 of this volume, sts 1-9; also in 'The Lord of
Learne,' Percy MS., Hales and Furnivall, I, 192 f, vv 269-304.
[406] "An old woman who died in Errol, Carse of Gowrie, about twenty
years ago, aged nearly ninety years, was wont invariably to sing this
ballad: 'Young Lundie was in Brechin born.' Lundie is an estate now
belonging to the Earl of Camperdoun, north from Dundee." A. Laing, note
to #G#. That is to say, the old woman's world was Forfarshire.
Mr Logan had heard in Scotland a version in which the hero was called
Lord Bangol: A Pedlar's Pack, p. 15.
[407] Cf. 'The Fair Flower of Northumberland,' #B# 2, #E# 2, pp 115 f.
[408] She does not get away without exciting the solicitude or wrath of
her father, #F#, #M#, #J#, #N#, and in the first two has to use
artifice.
[409] A point borrowed, it well may be, from 'Hind Horn,' #E# 5 f, #A#
10.
[410] So Torello's wife upsets the table, in Boccaccio's story: see p.
198. One of her Slavic kinswomen jumps over four tables and lights on a
fifth.
[411] In #C# 34, #M# 49, she is recognized by one of the hounds which
she had given him. So Bos, seigneur de Bénac, who breaks a ring with his
wife, goes to the East, and is prisoner among the Saracens seven years,
on coming back is recognized only by his greyhound: Magasin Pittoresque,
VI, 56 b. It is scarcely necessary to scent the Odyssey here.
[412] Ridiculously changed in #J# 6, #K# 6, #L# 20, to a coach _and_
three, reminding us of that master-stroke in Thackeray's ballad of
'Little Billee,' "a captain of a seventy-three." 'Little Billee,' by the
way, is really like an old ballad, fallen on evil days and evil tongues;
whereas the serious imitations of traditional ballads are not the least
like, and yet, in their way, are often not less ludicrous.
[413] In #M#, to make everything pleasant, Bondwell offers the bride
five hundred pounds to marry his cousin John. She says, Keep your money;
John was my first love. So Bondwell is married at early morn, and John
in the afternoon.
[414] Harleian MS. 2277, from which the life of Beket, in long couplets,
was printed by Mr W. H. Black for the Percy Society, in 1845. The story
of Gilbert Beket is contained in the first 150 vv. The style of this
composition entirely resembles that of Robert of Gloucester, and
portions of the life of Beket are identical with the Chronicle; whence
Mr Black plausibly argues that both are by the same hand. The account of
Beket's parentage is interpolated into Edward Grim's Life, in Cotton MS.
Vitellius, C, XII, from which it is printed by Robertson, Materials for
the History of Thomas Becket, II, 453 ff. It is found in Bromton's
Chronicle, Twysden, Scriptores X, columns 1052-55, and in the First
Quadrilogus, Paris, 1495, from which it is reprinted by Migne,
Patrologiæ Cursus Completus, CXC, cols 346 ff. The tale has been
accepted by many writers who would have been better historians for a
little reading of romances. Angustin Thierry sees in Thomas Beket a
Saxon contending in high place, for the interests and with the natural
hatred of his race, against Norman Henry, just as he finds in the yeoman
Robin Hood a leader of Saxon serfs engaged in irregular war with Norman
Richard. But both of St Thomas's parents were Norman; the father of
Rouen, the mother of Caen. The legend was introduced by Lawrence Wade,
following John of Exeter, into a metrical life of Beket of about the
year 1500: see the poem in Englische Studien, III, 417, edited by
Horstmann.
[415] Richard, the proud porter of the ballads, is perhaps most like
himself in #M# 32 ff.
[416] Neither her old name nor her Christian name is told us in this
legend. Gilbert Beket's wife was Matilda, according to most authorities,
but Roësa according to one: see Robertson, as above, IV, 81; Migne, cols
278 f. Fox has made Roësa into Rose, Acts and Monuments, I, 267, ed.
1641.
Gilbert and Rose (but Roësa is not Rose) recall to Hippeau, Vie de St
Thomas par Garnier de Pont Sainte Maxence, p. xxiii, Elie de Saint Gille
and Rosamonde, whose adventures have thus much resemblance with those of
Beket and of Bekie. Elie de Saint Gille, after performing astounding
feats of valor in fight with a horde of Saracens who have made a descent
on Brittany, is carried off to their land. The amiral Macabré requires
Elie to adore Mahomet; Elie refuses in the most insolent terms, and is
condemned to the gallows. He effects his escape, and finds himself
before Macabré's castle. Here, in another fight, he is desperately
wounded, but is restored by the skill of Rosamonde, the amiral's
daughter, who is Christian at heart, and loves the Frank. To save her
from being forced to marry the king of Bagdad, Elie fights as her
champion. In the end she is baptized, as a preparation for her union
with Elie, but he, having been present at the ceremony, is adjudged by
the archbishop to be gossip to her, and Elie and Rosamonde are otherwise
disposed of. So the French romance, but in the Norse, which, as Kölbing
maintains, is likely to preserve the original story here, there is no
such splitting of cumin, and hero and heroine are united.
[417] There is one in the Gesta Romanorum, cap. 5, Österley, p. 278, of
about the same age as the Beket legend. It is not particularly
important. A young man is captured by a pirate, and his father will not
send his ransom. The pirate's daughter often visits the captive, who
appeals to her to exert herself for his liberation. She promises to
effect his freedom if he will marry her. This he agrees to. She releases
him from his chains without her father's knowledge, and flies with him
to his native land.
[418] Nor Guarinos in the Spanish ballad, Duran, No 402, I, 265; Wolf
and Hofmann, Primavera, II, 321. Guarinos is very cruelly treated, but
it is his horse, not he, that has to draw carts. For the Sire de Créqui
see also Dinaux, Trouvères, III, 161 ff (Köhler).
[419] And in 'Der Herr von Falkenstein,' a variety of the story, Meier,
Deutsche Sagen aus Schwaben, p. 319, No 362. A Christian undergoes the
same hardship in Schöppner, Sagenbuch, III, 127, No 1076. For other
cases of the wonderful deliverance of captive knights, not previously
mentioned by me, see Hocker, in Wolf's Zeitschrift für deutsche
Mythologie, I, 306.
[420] A meisterlied of Alexander von Metz, of the second half of the
fifteenth century, Körner, Historische Volkslieder, p. 49; the ballad
'Der Graf von Rom,' or 'Der Graf im Pfluge,' Uhland, p. 784, No 299,
printed as early as 1493; De Historie van Florentina, Huysvrouwe van
Alexander van Mets, 1621, van den Bergh, De nederlandsche Volksromans,
p. 52. And see Goedeke, Deutsche Dichtung im Mittelalter, pp 569, 574;
Uhland, Schriften zur Geschichte der Dichtung, IV, 297-309; Danske
Viser, V, 67.
[421] Øster-kongens rige, Østerige, Østerland, Austrríki, understood by
Grundtvig as Garðaríki, the Scandinavian-Russian kingdom of the tenth
and eleventh centuries. Austrríki is used vaguely, but especially of the
east of Europe, Russia, Austria, sometimes including Turkey (Vigfusson).
[422] In Swedish #K#, as she pushes off from land, she exclaims:
'Gud Fader i Himmelens rike
Skall vara min styresman!'
Cf. #M# 28:
And she's tuen God her pilot to be.
[423] See 'The Red Bull of Norroway,' Chambers, Popular Rhymes of
Scotland, 1870, p. 99; 'Mestermø,' Asbjørnsen og Moe, No 46; 'Hass-Fru,'
Cavallius och Stephens, No 14; Powell, Icelandic Legends, Second Series,
p. 377; the Grimms, Nos 56, 113, 186, 193; Pentamerone, II, 7, III, 9;
Gonzenbach, Nos 14, 54, 55, and Köhler's note; Hahn, Griechische u.
Albanesische Märchen, No 54; Carleton, Traits and Stories of the Irish
Peasantry, 10th ed., I, 23; Campbell, West Highland Tales, I, 25, No 2,
and Köhler's notes in Orient u. Occident, II, 103-114, etc., etc.