17._The English and Scottish popular ballads, volume 1 (of 5)

'Now lie ye there, ye wild Sir John,

Whar ye thought to lay me;

Ye wad hae drownd me as naked 's I was born,

But ye's get your claes frae me!'

18.

Her jewels, costly, rich and rare,

She straight puts on again;

She lightly springs upon her horse,

And leads his by the rein.

21^3. O that's a foundling.

22.

Then out and spake the green parrot,

He says, Fair May Culzean,

O what hae ye done wi yon brave knight?

23.

'Haud your tongue, my pretty parrot,

An I'se be kind to thee;

For where ye got ae handfu o groats,

My parrot shall get three.'

25.

'There came a cat into my cage,

Had nearly worried me,

And I was calling on May Culzean

To come and set me free.'

27 _wanting_.

28^3. Carleton sands.

29^2. Was dashed.

29^3. The golden ring.

5. Gil Brenton.

#P.# 62 a, last three lines. Read: said by Lockhart to be Miss Christian

Rutherford, his mother's half-sister.

66 b, lines 2, 3. Read: 37 #G#, 38 #A#, #D#, and other versions of both.

66 b, line 4. 'Bitte Mette,' Kristensen, Jyske Folkeminder, V, 57, No 7,

affords another version.

66 b, last line. For other cases of this substitution see Legrand,

Recueil de Contes populaires grecs, p. 257, 'La Princesse et sa

Nourrice;' Köhler, Romania, XI, 581-84, 'Le conte de la reine qui tua

son sénéchal;' Neh-Manzer, ou Les Neuf Loges, conte, traduit du persan

par M. Lescallier, Gènes, 1808, p. 55, 'Histoire du devin Afezzell.'

(Köhler.) The last I have not seen.

67 a, note [99], line 37. Read: a Scotch name.

84 b. The same artifice is tried, and succeeds, in a case of birth

delayed by a man's clasping his hands round his knees, in Asbjørnsen,

Norske Huldre-Eventyr, I, 20, 2d ed.

85 a, first paragraph. A story closely resembling Heywood's is told in

the Zimmerische Chronik, ed. Barack, IV, 262-64, 1882, of Heinrich von

Dierstein; Liebrecht in Germania XIV, 404. (Köhler.) As the author of

the chronicle remarks, the tale (Heywood's) is in the Malleus

Maleficarum (1620, I, 158 f).

85 a, third paragraph. Other cases resembling Gonzenbach, No 54, in

Pitré, Fiabe, Novelle, etc., I, 173, No 18; Comparetti, Novelline

popolari, No 33, p. 139. (Köhler.)

85, note. Add: (Köhler.)

85 b. Birth is sought to be maliciously impeded in Swabia by crooking

together the little fingers. Lammert, Volksmedizin in Bayern, etc., p.

165. (Köhler.)

7. Earl Brand.

#P.# 88. Add:

#G.# 'Gude Earl Brand and Auld Carle Hude,' the Paisley Magazine, 1828,

p. 321, communicated by W. Motherwell.

#H.# 'Auld Carle Hood, or, Earl Brand,' Campbell MSS, II, 32.

#I.# 'The Douglas Tragedy,' 'Lord Douglas' Tragedy,' from an old-looking

stall-copy, without place or date.

This ballad was, therefore, not first given to the world by Mr Robert

Bell, in 1857, but nearly thirty years earlier by Motherwell, in the

single volume of the Paisley Magazine, a now somewhat scarce book. I am

indebted for the information and for a transcript to Mr Murdoch, of

Glasgow, and for a second copy to Mr Macmath, of Edinburgh.

92 a. Add: #I.# 'Hildebrand,' Wigström, Folkdiktning, II, 13. #J.#

'Fröken Gyllenborg,' the same, p. 24.

96 a. Böðvar Bjarki, fighting with great effect as a huge bear for

Hrólfr Kraki, is obliged to return to his ordinary shape in consequence

of Hjalti, who misses the hero from the fight, mentioning his name: Saga

Hrólfs Kraka, c. 50, Fornaldar Sögur, I, 101 ff. In Hjálmtèrs ok Ölvers

Saga, c. 20, F. S. III, 506 f, Hörðr bids his comrades not call him by

name while he is fighting, in form of a sword-fish, with a walrus, else

he shall die. A prince, under the form of an ox, fighting with a

six-headed giant, loses much of his strength, and is nigh being

conquered, because a lad has, contrary to his prohibition, called him by

name. Asbjørnsen og Moe, Norske Folkeeventyr, 2d ed., p. 419. All these

are cited by Moe, in Nordisk Tidskrift, 1879, p. 286 f. Certain kindly

domestic spirits renounce relations with men, even matrimonial, if their

name becomes known: Mannhardt, Wald- und Feldkulte, I, 103.

97 b. Insert: #Spanish.# Milá, Romancerillo Catalan, 2d ed., No 206,

#D#, p. 164: olivera y oliverá, which, when grown tall, join.

#Servian.# Add: Karadshitch, I, 345, vv 225 ff, two pines, which

intertwine. In #I# 309, No 421, they plant a rose over the maid, a vine

over the man, which embrace as if they were Jani and Milenko. The ballad

has features of the Earl Brand class. (I, 239, No 341==Talvj, II, 85.)

#Russian.# Hilferding, Onezhskya Byliny, col. 154, No 31, laburnum (?)

over Basil, and cypress over Sophia, which intertwine; col. 696, No 134,

cypress and willow; col. 1242, No 285, willow and cypress.

Little Russian (Carpathian Russians in Hungary), Golovatsky, II, 710, No

13: John on one side of the church, Annie on the other; rosemary on his

grave, a lily on hers, growing so high as to meet over the church.

Annie's mother cuts them down. John speaks from the grave: Wicked

mother, thou wouldst not let us _live_ together; let us rest together.

Golovatsky, I, 186, No 8: a maple from the man's grave, white birch from

the woman's, which mingle their leaves.

#Slovenian.# Štúr, O národnich Písních a Pověstech Plemen

slovanských, p. 51: the lovers are buried east and west, a rose springs

from the man's grave, a lily from the maid's, which mingle their growth.

#Wend.# Add: Haupt and Schmaler, II, 310, No 81.

#Breton.# Add: Villemarqué, Barzaz Breiz, 'Le Seigneur Nann et La Fée,'

see p. 379, note §, of this volume.

98 a. #Armenian.# The ashes of two lovers who have been literally

consumed by a mutual passion are deposited by sympathetic hands in one

grave. Two rose bushes rise from the grave and seek to intertwine, but a

thorn interposes and makes the union forever impossible. (The thorn is

_creed_. The young man was a Tatar, and his religion had been an

insuperable obstacle in the eyes of the maid's father.) Baron von

Haxthausen, Transkaukasia, I, 315 f. (Köhler.)

A Middle High German poem from a MS. of the end of the 14th century,

printed in Haupt's Zeitschrift, VI, makes a vine rise from the common

grave of Pyramus and Thisbe and descend into it again: p. 517. (Köhler.)

J. Grimm notes several instances of this marvel (not from ballads),

Ueber Frauennamen aus Blumen, Kleinere Schriften, II, 379 f, note **.

104.

The Paisley Magazine, June 2, 1828, p. 321, communicated

by William Motherwell. "Sung to a long, drawling,

monotonous tune."

* * * * * * *

'Gude Earl Brand, I long to see

Faldee faldee fal deediddle a dee

All your grey hounds running over the lea.'

And the brave knights in the valley

'Gude lady fair, I have not a steed but one,

But you shall ride and I shall run.'

They're ower moss and they're ower mure,

And they saw neither rich nor pure.

Until that they came to auld Karl Hude;

He's aye for ill and never for gude.

'Gude Earl Brand, if ye love me,

Kill auld Karl Hude, and gar him die.'

'O fair ladie, we'll do better than sae:

Gie him a penny, and let him gae.'

'Gude Earl Brand, whare hae ye been,

Or whare hae ye stown this lady sheen?'

'She's not my lady, but my sick sister,

And she's been at the wells of Meen.'

'If she was sick, and very sair,

She wadna wear the red gold on her hair.

'Or if she were sick, and like to be dead,

She wadna wear the ribbons red.'

He cam till he cam to her father's gate,

And he has rappit furious thereat.

'Where is the lady o this hall?'

'She's out wi her maidens, playing at the ball.'

'If you'll get me fyfteen wale wight men,

Sae fast as I'll fetch her back again.'

She's lookit ower her left collar-bane:

'O gude Earl Brand, we baith are taen,'

'Light down, light down, and hold my steed;

Change never your cheer till ye see me dead.

'If they come on me man by man,

I'll be very laith for to be taen.

'But if they come on me one and all,

The sooner you will see me fall.'

O he has killd them all but one,

And wha was that but auld Karl Hude.

And he has come on him behind,

And put in him the deadly wound.

O he has set his lady on,

And he's come whistling all along.

'Gude Earl Brand, I see blood:'

'It's but the shade o my scarlet robe.'

They cam till they cam to the water aflood;

He's lighted down and he's wushen aff the blood.

His mother walks the floor alone:

'O yonder does come my poor son.

'He is both murderd and undone,

And all for the sake o an English loon.'

'Say not sae, my dearest mother,

Marry her on my eldest brother.'

She set her fit up to the wa,

Faldee faldee fal deediddle adee

She's fallen down dead amang them a'.

And the brave knights o the valley

Campbell MSS, II, 32.

Did you ever hear of good Earl Brand,

Aye lally an lilly lally

And the king's daughter of fair Scotland?

And the braw knights o Airly

She was scarce fifteen years of age

When she came to Earl Brand's bed.

Wi the braw knights o Airly

'O Earl Brand, I fain wad see

Our grey hounds run over the lea.'

Mang the braw bents o Airly

'O,' says Earl Brand, 'I've nae steads but one,

And you shall ride and I shall run.'

Oer the braw heights o Airly

'O,' says the lady, 'I hae three,

And ye shall hae yeer choice for me.'

Of the braw steeds o Airly

So they lap on, and on they rade,

Till they came to auld Carle Hood.

Oer the braw hills o Airly

Carl Hood's aye for ill, and he's no for good,

He's aye for ill, and he's no for good.

Mang the braw hills o Airly

'Where hae ye been hunting a' day,

And where have ye stolen this fair may?'

I' the braw nights sae airly

'She is my sick sister dear,

New comd home from another sister.'

I the braw nights sae early

'O,' says the lady, 'if ye love me,

Gie him a penny fee and let him gae.'

I the braw nights sae early

He's gane home to her father's bower,

. . . . . . .

'Where is the lady o this ha?'

'She's out wi the young maids, playing at the ba.'

I the braw nights so early

'No,' says another, 'she's riding oer the moor,

And a' to be Earl Brand's whore.'

I the braw nights so early

The king mounted fifteen weel armed men,

A' to get Earl Brand taen.

I the braw hills so early

The lady looked over her white horse mane:

'O Earl Brand, we will be taen.'

In the braw hills so early

He says, If they come one by one,

Ye'll no see me so soon taen.

In the braw hills so early

So they came every one but one,

And he has killd them a' but ane.

In the braw hills so early

And that one came behind his back,

And gave Earl Brand a deadly stroke.

In the braw hills of Airly

For as sair wounded as he was,

He lifted the lady on her horse.

In the braw nights so early

'O Earl Brand, I see thy heart's bluid!'

'It's but the shadow of my scarlet robe.'

I the braw nights so early

He came to his mother's home;

. . . . . . .

She looked out and cryd her son was gone,

And a' for the sake [of] an English loon.

. . . . . . .

'What will I do wi your lady fair?'

'Marry her to my eldest brother.'

The brawest knight i Airly

21^1. to her.

21^1, 22 _are written as one stanza_.

A stall-copy lent me by Mrs Alexander Forbes, Liberton,

Edinburgh.

'Rise up, rise up, Lord Douglas,' she said,

'And draw to your arms so bright;

Let it never be said a daughter of yours

Shall go with a lord or a knight.

'Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,

And draw to your armour so bright;

Let it never be said a sister of yours

Shall go with a lord or a knight.'

He looked over his left shoulder,

To see what he could see,

And there he spy'd her seven brethren bold,

And her father that lov'd her tenderly.

'Light down, light down, Lady Margret,' he said,

'And hold my steed in thy hand,

That I may go fight with your seven brethren bold,

And your father who's just at hand.'

O there she stood, and bitter she stood,

And never did shed a tear,

Till once she saw her seven brethren slain,

And her father she lovd so dear.

'Hold, hold your hand, William,' she said,

'For thy strokes are wondrous sore;

For sweethearts I may get many a one,

But a father I neer will get more.'

She took out a handkerchief of holland so fine

And wip'd her father's bloody wound,

Which ran more clear than the red wine,

And forked on the cold ground.

'O chuse you, chuse you, Margret,' he said,

'Whether you will go or bide!'

'I must go with you, Lord William,' she said,

'Since you've left me no other guide.'

He lifted her on a milk-white steed,

And himself on a dapple grey,

With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side,

And they slowly both rode away.

Away they rode, and better they rode,

Till they came to yonder sand,

Till once they came to yon river side,

And there they lighted down.

They lighted down to take a drink

Of the spring that ran so clear,

And there she spy'd his bonny heart's blood,

A running down the stream.

'Hold up, hold up, Lord William,' she says,

'For I fear that you are slain;'

''T is nought but the shade of my scarlet clothes,

That is sparkling down the stream.'

He lifted her on a milk-white steed,

And himself on a dapple grey,

With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side,

And slowly they rode away.

Ay they rode, and better they rode,

Till they came to his mother's bower;

Till once they came to his mother's bower,

And down they lighted there.

'O mother, mother, make my bed,

And make it saft and fine,

And lay my lady close at my back,

That I may sleep most sound.'

Lord William he died eer middle o the night,

Lady Margret long before the morrow;

Lord William he died for pure true love,

And Lady Margret died for sorrow.

Lord William was bury'd in Lady Mary's kirk,

The other in Saint Mary's quire;

Out of William's grave sprang a red rose,

And out of Margret's a briar.

And ay they grew, and ay they threw,

As they wad fain been near;

And by this you may ken right well

They were twa lovers dear.

105 b. #D.# 10. For Kinlock (twice) read Kinloch; and read I, 330.

The stanza cited is found in Kinloch MSS, VII, 95 and 255.

107 b. There is possibly a souvenir of Walter in Sušil, p. 105, No

107. A man and woman are riding on one horse in the mountains. He asks

her to sing. Her song is heard by robbers, who come, intending to kill

him and carry her off. He bids her go under a maple-tree, kills twelve,

and spares one, to carry the booty home.

#9. The Fair Flower of Northumberland.#

P. 111 a. #B b#, as prepared by Kinloch for printing, is found in

Kinloch MSS, VII, 105.

Add: #F.# 'The Fair Flower of Northumberland,' Gibb MS., No 8.

117.

Gibb MS., No 8: 'The Fair Flower o Northumberland,' from

Jeannie Stirling, a young girl, as learned from her

grandmother.

* * * * * * *

She stole the keys from her father's bed-head,

O but her love it was easy won!

She opened the gates, she opened them wide,

She let him out o the prison strong.

She went into her father's stable,

O but her love it was easy won!

She stole a steed that was both stout and strong,

To carry him hame frae Northumberland.

* * * * * * *

'I'll be cook in your kitchen,

Noo sure my love has been easy won!

I'll serve your own lady with hat an with hand,

For I daurna gae back to Northumberland.'

'I need nae cook in my kitchin,

O but your love it was easy won!

Ye'll serve not my lady with hat or with hand,

For ye maun gae back to Northumberland.'

When she gaed hame, how her father did ban!

'O but your love it was easy won!

A fair Scottish girl, not sixteen years old,

Was once the fair flower o Northumberland!'

10. The Twa Sisters.

Page 118 b. #K# is found in Kinloch MSS, VII, 256.

Add: #V.# 'Benorie,' Campbell MSS, II, 88.

#W.# 'Norham, down by Norham,' communicated by Mr Thomas Lugton, of

Kelso.

#X.# 'Binnorie,' Dr Joseph Robertson's Note-Book, January 1, 1830, p. 7,

one stanza.

#Y.# Communicated to Percy by Rev. P. Parsons, April 7, 1770.

119 a. Note [127], first line. Read: I, 315.

120 a, first paragraph. "A very rare but very stupid modern adaptation,

founded on the tradition as told in Småland, appeared in Götheborg,

1836, small 8vo, pp 32: Antiquiteter i Thorskinge. Fornminnet eller

Kummel-Runan, tolkande Systersveket Bröllopps-dagen." The author was C.

G. Lindblom, a Swedish priest. The first line is:

"En Näskonung bodde på Illvedens fjäll."

Professor George Stephens.

120 a. Note [129], lines 3, 4. Read: and in 14, 15, calls the drowned girl

"the bonnie miller's lass o Binorie," meaning the bonnie miller o

Binorie's lass.

124 a, last paragraph. A drowned girl grows up on the sea-strand as a

linden with nine branches: from the ninth her brother carves a harp.

"Sweet the tone," he says, as he plays. The mother calls out through her

tears, So sang my youngest daughter. G. Tillemann, in Livona, ein

historisch-poetisches Taschenbuch, Riga u. Dorpat, 1812, p. 187, Ueber

die Volkslieder der Letten. Dr R. Köhler points out to me a version of

this ballad given with a translation by Bishop Carl Chr. Ulmann in the

Dorpater Jahrbücher, II, 404, 1834, 'Die Lindenharfe,' and another by

Pastor Karl Ulmann in his Lettische Volkslieder, übertragen, 1874, p.

199, No 18, 'Das Lied von der Jüngsten.' In the former of these the

brother says, Sweet sounds my linden harp! The mother, weeping, It is

not the linden harp; it is thy sister's soul that has swum through the

water to us; it is the voice of my youngest daughter.

124 b, first paragraph. In Bohemian, 'Zakletá dcera,' 'The Daughter

Cursed,' Erben, 1864, p. 466 (with other references); Moravian,

Sušil, p. 143, No 146. Dr R. Köhler further refers to Peter,

Volksthümliches aus Österreichisch-Schlesien, I, 209, 'Die drei

Spielleute;' Meinert, p. 122, 'Die Erle;' Vernaleken, Alpensagen, p.

289, No 207, 'Der Ahornbaum.'

125 b. Add to the citations: 'Le Sifflet enchanté,' E. Cosquin, Contes

populaires lorrains, No 26, Romania, VI, 565, with annotations, pp 567

f; Köhler's Nachträge in Zeitschrift für romanische Philologie, II, 350

f; Engelien u. Lahn, Der Volksmund in der Mark Brandenburg, I, 105, 'Diä

3 Brüöder;' Sébillot, Littérature orale de la Haute-Bretagne, p. 220,

Les Trois Frères, p. 226, 'Le Sifflet qui parle.' (Köhler.)

132. #I.# 10^2. Read: for water.

#K.# Say: Kinloch MSS, VII, 256.

1^2. And I'll gie the hail o my father's land.

2. The first tune that the bonnie fiddle playd, 'Hang my sister Alison,'

it said.

3. 'I wad gie you.'

136 a. #R b.# Read: Lanarkshire.

Campbell MS., II, 88.

There dwelt twa sisters in a bower,

Benorie, O Benorie

The youngest o them was the fairest flower.

In the merry milldams o Benorie

There cam a wooer them to woo,

. . . . . . .

He's gien the eldest o them a broach and a real,

Because that she loved her sister weel.

At etc.

He's gien the eldest a gay penknife,

He loved the youngest as dear as his life.

At etc.

'O sister, O sister, will ye go oer yon glen,

And see my father's ships coming in?'

At etc.

'O sister dear, I darena gang,

Because I'm feard ye throw me in.'

The etc.

'O set your foot on yon sea stane,

And was yeer hands in the sea foam.'

At etc.

She set her foot on yon sea stane,

To wash her hands in the sea foam.

At etc.

. . . . . . .

But the eldest has thrown the youngest in.

The etc.

'O sister, O sister, lend me your hand,

And ye'se get William and a' his land.'

At etc.

The miller's daughter cam out clad in red,

Seeking water to bake her bread.

At etc.

'O father, O father, gae fish yeer mill-dam,

There's either a lady or a milk-[white] swan.'

In etc.

The miller cam out wi his lang cleek,

And he cleekit the lady out by the feet.

From the bonny milldam, etc.

Ye wadna kend her pretty feet,

The American leather was sae neat.

In etc.

Ye wadna kend her pretty legs,

The silken stockings were so neat tied.

In etc.

Ye wadna kend her pretty waist,

The silken stays were sae neatly laced.

In etc.

Ye wadna kend her pretty face,

It was sae prettily preend oer wi lace.

In etc.

Ye wadna kend her yellow hair,

It was sae besmeared wi dust and glar.

In etc.

By cam her father's fiddler fine,

And that lady's spirit spake to him.

From etc.

She bad him take three taits o her hair,

And make them three strings to his fiddle sae rare.

At etc.

'Take two of my fingers, sae lang and sae white,

And make them pins to your fiddle sae neat.'

At etc.

The ae first spring that the fiddle played

Was, Cursed be Sir John, my ain true-love.

At etc.

The next spring that the fiddle playd

Was, Burn burd Hellen, she threw me in.

The etc.

2, 3. _In the MS. thus_:

There came ...

Benorie ...

He's gien ...

At the merry ...

Because that ...

At the merry ...

8, 9. _In the MS. thus_:

She set ...

Benorie ...

To wash ...

At the ...

But the eldest ...

The bonny ...

_From 18 on, the burden is_

O Benorie, O Benorie.

Communicated by Mr Thomas Lugton, of Kelso, as sung by an

old cotter-woman fifty years ago; learned by her from her

grandfather.

Ther were three ladies playing at the ba,

Norham, down by Norham

And there cam a knight to view them a'.

By the bonnie mill-dams o Norham

He courted the aldest wi diamonds and rings,

But he loved the youngest abune a' things.

* * * * * * *

'Oh sister, oh sister, lend me your hand,

And pull my poor body unto dry land.

'Oh sister, oh sister, lend me your glove,

And you shall have my own true love!'

Oot cam the miller's daughter upon Tweed,

To carry in water to bake her bread.

'Oh father, oh father, there's a fish in your dam;

It either is a lady or a milk-white swan.'

Oot cam the miller's man upon Tweed,

And there he spied a lady lying dead.

He could not catch her by the waist,

For her silken stays they were tight laced.

But he did catch her by the hand,

And pulled her poor body unto dry land.

He took three taets o her bonnie yellow hair,

To make harp strings they were so rare.

The very first tune that the bonnie harp played

Was The aldest has cuisten the youngest away.

Dr Joseph Robertson's Note-Book, January 1, 1830, p. 7.

I see a lady in the dam,

Binnorie, oh Binnorie

She shenes as sweet as ony swan.

I the bonny milldams o Binnorie

Communicated to Percy, April 7, 1770, and April 19, 1775,

by the Rev. P. Parsons, of Wye, near Ashford, Kent: "taken

down from the mouth of the spinning-wheel, if I may be

allowed the expression."

There was a king lived in the North Country,

Hey down down dery down

There was a king lived in the North Country,

And the bough it was bent to me

There was a king lived in the North Country,

And he had daughters one, two, three.

I'll prove true to my love,

If my love will prove true to me.

* * * * * * *

He gave the eldest a gay gold ring,

But he gave the younger a better thing.

He bought the younger a beaver hat;

The eldest she thought much of that.

'Oh sister, oh sister, let us go run,

To see the ships come sailing along!'

And when they got to the sea-side brim,

The eldest pushed the younger in.

'Oh sister, oh sister, lend me your hand,

I'll make you heir of my house and land.'

'I'll neither lend you my hand nor my glove,

Unless you grant me your true-love.'

Then down she sunk and away she swam,

Untill she came to the miller's mill-dam.

The miller's daughter sat at the mill-door,

As fair as never was seen before.

'Oh father, oh father, there swims a swan,

Or else the body of a dead woman.'

The miller he ran with his fishing hook,

To pull the fair maid out o the brook.

'Wee'll hang the miller upon the mill-gate,

For drowning of my sister Kate.'

139a. #K.# _~I wad give you~, is the beginning of a new stanza (as seen

above)._

141b. #S.# Read: 1^3. _MS._, Orless.

11. The Cruel Brother.

P. 141. #B, I.# Insert the title,'The Cruel Brother.'

Add: #L.# 'The King of Fairies,' Campbell MSS, II, 19.

#M.# 'The Roses grow sweet aye,' Campbell MSS, II, 26.

#N.# 'The Bride's Testamen,' Dr Joseph Robertson's Note-Book, January 1,

1830, one stanza.

142 b, second paragraph, lines 5, 6. Say: on the way kisses her arm,

neck, and mouth.

Add, as varieties of 'Rizzardo bello:'

#B.# 'Luggieri,' Contado aretino, communicated by Giulio Salvatori to

the Rassegna Settimanale, Rome, 1879, June 22, No 77, p. 485; reprinted

in Romania, XI, 391, note.

#C.# 'Rizzôl d'Amor,' Guerrini, Alcuni Canti p. romagnoli, p. 3, 1880.

#D.# 'La Canzóne de 'Nucénzie,' Pitré e Salomone-Marino, Archivio per

Tradizioni popolari, I, 213, 1882.

143. Slavic ballads resembling 'Graf Friedrich.'

Moravian, Sušil, 'Nešt'astna svatba,' 'The Unhappy Wedding,' No

89, c, d, pp 85 f. A bridegroom is bringing home his bride; his sword

slips from the sheath and wounds the bride in the side. He binds up the

wound, and begs her to hold out till she comes to the house. The bride

can eat nothing, and dies in the night. Her mother comes in the morning

with loads of cloth and feathers, is put off when she asks for her

daughter, reproaches the bridegroom for having killed her; he pleads his

innocence.