this class, though mixed with portions of at least one other ballad
('Earl Brand'). Milenko wooes the fair Jani, and is favored by her
mother and by all her brothers but the youngest. This brother goes
hunting, and bids Jani open to nobody while he is away, but Milenko
carries her off on his horse. As they are riding over a green hill, a
branch of a tree catches in Jani's dress. Milenko attempts to cut the
branch off with his knife, but in so doing wounds Jani in the head. Jani
binds up the wound, and they go on, and presently meet the youngest
brother, who hails Milenko, asks where he got the fair maid, discovers
the maid to be his sister, but bids her Godspeed. On reaching his
mother's house, Milenko asks that a bed may be prepared for Jani, who is
in need of repose. Jani dies in the night, Milenko in the morning. They
are buried in one grave; a rose is planted over her, a grape-vine over
him, and these intertwine, "as it were Jani with Milenko."
143 b, after the first paragraph. A pallikar, who is bringing home his
bride, is detained on the way in consequence of his whole train leaving
him to go after a stag. The young man, who has never seen his bride's
face, reaches over his horse to give her a kiss; his knife disengages
itself and wounds her. She begs him to staunch the blood with his
handkerchief, praying only to live to see her bridegroom's house. This
wish is allowed her; she withdraws the handkerchief from the wound and
expires. Dozon, Chansons p. bulgares, 'Le baiser fatal,' p. 270, No 49.
143 b, sixth line of the third paragraph. Read: 'Lord Randal.'
144 a, line 4. 'Catarina de Lió;' in Milá, Romancerillo Catalan, 2d ed.,
No 307, p. 291, 'Trato feroz,' seven versions.
Line 15. Cf. Bladé, Poésies p. de la Gascogne, II, 51.
144 b, first paragraph. A mother, not liking her son's wife, puts before
him a glass of mead, and poison before the wife. God exchanges them, and
the son drinks the poison. The son makes his will. To his brother he
leaves four black horses, to his sister four cows and four calves, to
his wife a house. "And to me?" the mother asks. "To you that big stone
and the deep Danube, because you have poisoned me and parted me from my
beloved." Sušil,' Matka travička,' pp 154, 155, No 157, two
versions.
144 b, second paragraph. 'El testamento de Amelia,' No 220, p. 185, of
the second edition of Romancerillo Catalan, with readings of eleven
other copies, #A-F#, #A_{1}-F_{1}#. In #B_{1}# only have we an ill
bequest to the mother. After leaving her mother a rosary, upon the
mother's asking again, What for me? the dying lady says, I will leave
you my chopines, clogs, so that when you come downstairs they may break
your neck.
There are testaments in good will also in 'Elveskud,' Grundtvig, No 47,
IV, 836 ff, #L# 14, 15, #M# 17, #O# 17-19.
151.
L
Campbell MSS, II, 19.
1
There were three ladies playing at the ba,
With a hey and a lilly gay
When the King o Fairies rode by them a'.
And the roses they grow sweetlie
2
The foremost one was clad in blue;
He askd at her if she'd be his doo.
3
The second of them was clad in red;
He askd at her if she'd be his bride.
4
The next of them was clad in green;
He askd at her if she'd be his queen.
5
'Go you ask at my father then,
And you may ask at my mother then.
6
'You may ask at my sister Ann,
And not forget my brother John.'
7
'O I have askd at your father then,
And I have askd at your mother then.
8
'And I have askd at your sister Ann,
But I've quite forgot your brother John.'
9
Her father led her down the stair,
Her mother combd down her yellow hair.
10
Her sister Ann led her to the cross,
And her brother John set her on her horse.
11
'Now you are high and I am low,
Give me a kiss before ye go.'
12
She's lootit down to gie him a kiss,
He gave her a deep wound and didna miss.
13
And with a penknife as sharp as a dart,
And he has stabbit her to the heart.
14
'Ride up, ride up,' says the foremost man,
'I think our bride looks pale an wan.'
15
'Ride up, ride up,' says the middle man,
'I see her heart's blude trinkling down.'
16
'Ride on, ride,' says the Fairy King,
'She will be dead lang ere we win hame.'
17
'O I wish I was at yonder cross,
Where my brother John put me on my horse.
18
'I wish I was at yonder thorn,
I wad curse the day that ere I was born.
19
'I wish I was at yon green hill,
Then I wad sit and bleed my fill.'
20
'What will you leave your father then? '
'The milk-white steed that I ride on.'
21
'What will you leave your mother then?'
'My silver Bible and my golden fan.'
22
'What will ye leave your sister Ann?'
'My good lord, to be married on.'
23
'What will ye leave your sister Pegg?'
'The world wide to go and beg.'
24
'What will you leave your brother John? '
'The gallows-tree to hang him on.'
25
'What will you leave your brother's wife?'
'Grief and sorrow to end her life.'
_Burden in all but 1, 2, 13, ~lilly hey~; in 16, 17, 18, ~spring
sweetlie~; in 22, ~smell sweetlie~._
M
Campbell MSS, II, 26.
1
There was three ladies playing at the ba,
With a hay and a lilly gay
A gentleman cam amang them a'.
And the roses grow sweet aye
2
The first of them was clad in yellow,
And he askd at her gin she'd be his marrow.
3
The next o them was clad in green;
He askd at her gin she'd be his queen.
4
The last o them [was] clad in red;
He askd at her gin she'd be his bride.
5
'Have ye asked at my father dear?
Or have ye asked my mother dear?
6
'Have ye asked my sister Ann?
Or have ye asked my brother John?'
7
'I have asked yer father dear,
And I have asked yer mother dear.
8
'I have asked yer sister Ann,
But I've quite forgot your brother John.'
9
Her father dear led her thro them a',
Her mother dear led her thro the ha.
10
Her sister Ann led her thro the closs,
And her brother John stabbed her on her horse.
11
'Ride up, ride up,' says the foremost man,
'I think our bride looks pale and wan.'
12
'Ride up,' cries the bonny bridegroom,
'I think the bride be bleeding.'
13
'This is the bludy month of May,
Me and my horse bleeds night and day.
14
'O an I were at yon green hill,
I wad ly down and bleed a while.
15
'O gin I was at yon red cross,
I wad light down and corn my horse.
16
'O an I were at yon kirk-style,
I wad lye down and soon be weel.'
17
When she cam to yon green hill,
Then she lay down and bled a while.
18
And when she cam to yon red cross,
Then she lighted and corned her horse.
19
'What will ye leave your father dear?'
'My milk-white steed, which cost me dear.'
20
'What will ye leave your mother dear?'
'The bludy clothes that I do wear.'
21
'What will ye leave your sister Ann?'
'My silver bridle and my golden fan.'
22
'What will ye leave your brother John?'
'The gallows-tree to hang him on.'
23
'What will ye leave to your sister Pegg?'
'The wide world for to go and beg.'
24
When she came to yon kirk-style,
Then she lay down, and soon was weel.
15^1. green cross.
17^2. bleed.
N
Dr Joseph Robertson's Note-Book, January 1, 1830, No 4.
Then out bespak the foremost priest:
Wi a heigh ho and a lilly gay
I think she's bleedin at the breast.
The flowers they spring so sweetly
12. Lord Randal.
P. 151.
#B.# Add: Kinloch MSS, VII, 89.
#D.# Read: #a.# 'Lord Randal,' Minstrelsy, etc. #b.# 'Lord Rannal,'
Campbell MSS, II, 269.
#I.# Add: #h.# Communicated by Mr George M. Richardson. #i.#
Communicated by Mr George L. Kittredge.
#K. b.# Insert after Popular Rhymes: 1826, p. 295. Add: #d.# 'The
Crowdin Dou,' Kinloch MSS, I, 184.
Add: #P.# 'Lord Ronald, my son,' communicated by Mr Macmath, of
Edinburgh.
#Q.# 'Lord Randal,' Pitcairn's MSS, III, 19.
#R.# 'Little wee toorin dow,' Pitcairn's MSS, III, 13, from tradition.
153 a. I failed to mention, though I had duly noted them, three versions
of 'L'Avvelenato,' which are cited by Professor D'Ancona in his Poesia
popolare Italiana, pp 106 ff.
#D.# The Canon Lorenzo Panciatichi refers to the ballad in a 'Cicalata
in lode della Padella e della Frittura,' recited at the Crusca,
September 24, 1656, and in such manner as shows that it was well known.
He quotes the first question of the mother, "Dove andastù a cena," etc.
To this the son answered, he says, that he had been poisoned with a
roast eel: and the mother asking what the lady had cooked it in, the
reply was, In the oil pot.
#E.# A version obtained by D'Ancona from the singing of a young fellow
from near Pisa, of which the first four stanzas are given. Some verses
after these are lost, for the testament is said to supervene
immediately.
#F.# A version from Lecco, which has the title, derived from its burden,
'De lu cavalieri e figliu de re,' A. Trifone Nutricati Briganti, Intorno
ai Canti e Racconti popolari del Leccese p. 17. The first four stanzas
are cited, and it appears from these that the prince had cooked the eel
himself, and, appropriately, in a gold pan.
154 a, first paragraph. #F# is given by Meltzl, Acta Comparationis,
1880, columns 143 f, in another dialect.
154 b. #Magyar.# The original of this ballad, 'A megétett János,'
'Poisoned John' (as would appear, in the Szekler idiom), was discovered
by the Unitarian bishop Kriza, of Klausenburg, and was published by him
in J. Arany's 'Koszoru,' in 1864. It is more exactly translated by
Meltzl in the Acta Comparationis Litterarum Universarum, 1880, VII,
columns 30 f, the original immediately preceding. Aigner has omitted the
second stanza, and made the third into two, in his translation. The
Szekler has ten two-line stanzas, with the burden, Ah, my bowels are on
fire! Ah, make ready my bed! In the second stanza John says he has eaten
a four-footed crab; in the sixth he leaves his elder brother his yoke of
oxen; in the seventh he leaves his team of four horses to his younger
brother. Also translated in Ungarische Revue, 1883, p. 139, by G.
Heinrich.
#B#, another Szekler version, taken down by Meltzl from the mouth of a
girl, is in seven two-line stanzas, with the burden, Make my bed, sweet
mother! 'János,' Acta, cols 140 f, with a German translation. John has
been at his sister-in-law's, and had a stuffed chicken and a big cake.
At his elder sister's they gave him the back of the axe, bloody stripes.
He bequeaths to his elder sister remorse and sickness; to his
sister-in-law six oxen and his wagon; to his father illness and poverty;
to his mother kindness and beggary.
156 b, second paragraph. Polish: add Roger, p. 66, No 119. Add further:
Little Russian, Golovatsky, Part I, pp 206, 207, 209, Nos 32, 33, 35.
Masovian, Kozlowski, No 14, p. 52, p. 53. (Sacharof, IV,
7==Čelakovský, III, 108.)
157 a, second paragraph. Kaden translates Nannarelli, p. 52. (Köhler.)
157 b. Italian #A# is translated by Evelyn Carrington in The Antiquary,
III, 156 f. #D# also by Freiligrath, II, 226, ed. Stuttgart, 1877.
158 a. #B.# Found in Kinloch MSS, VII, 89. The sixth stanza is not
there, and was probably taken from Scott, #D#.
160 a. #D.# Read: #a.# Minstrelsy, etc. #b.# Campbell MSS, II, 269.
163 a. #I.# Add: #h.# By Mr George M. Richardson, as learned by a lady
in Southern New Hampshire, about fifty years ago, from an aged aunt.
#i.# By Mr George L. Kittredge, obtained from a lady in Exeter, N. H.
164 a. #K.# Insert under #b#, after Scotland: 1826, p. 295. Add: #d.#
Kinloch MSS, I, 184.
164 b. #K# 6^2. Read: head and his feet.
165.
P
Communicated by Mr Macmath, of Edinburgh, as derived from
his aunt, Miss Jane Webster, formerly of Airds of Kells,
now (January, 1883) of Dalry, Kirkcudbrightshire, who
learned it more than fifty years ago from Mary Williamson,
then a nurse-maid at Airds.
1
'Where hae ye been a' day, Lord Ronald, my son?
Where hae ye been a' day, my handsome young one?'
'I've been in the wood hunting; mother, make my bed soon,
For I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
2
'O where did you dine, Lord Ronald, my son?
O where did you dine, my handsome young one?'
'I dined with my sweetheart; mother, make my bed soon,
For I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
3
'What got you to dine on, Lord Ronald, my son?
What got you to dine on, my handsome young one?'
'I got eels boiled in water that in heather doth run,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
4
'What did she wi the broo o them, Lord Ronald, my son?
What did she wi the broo o them, my handsome young one?'
'She gave it to my hounds for to live upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
5
'Where are your hounds now, Lord Ronald, my son?
Where are your hounds now, my handsome young one?'
'They are a' swelled and bursted, and sae will I soon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
6
'What will you leave your father, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your father, my handsome young one?'
'I'll leave him my lands for to live upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
7
'What will you leave your brother, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your brother, my handsome young one?'
'I'll leave him my gallant steed for to ride upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
8
'What will you leave your sister, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your sister, my handsome young one?'
'I'll leave her my gold watch for to look upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
9
'What will you leave your mother, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your mother, my handsome young one?'
'I'll leave her my Bible for to read upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
10
'What will you leave your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your sweetheart, my handsome young one?'
'I'll leave her the gallows-tree for to hang upon,
It was her that poisoned me;' and so he fell doun.
Q
Pitcairn's MSS, III, 19. "This was communicated to me by
my friend Patrick Robertson, Esq., Advocate,[427] who
heard it sung by an old lady in the North Country; and
though by no means enthusiastic about popular poetry, it
struck him so forcibly that he requested her to repeat it
slowly, so as he might write it down." Stanzas 2-5 "were
very much similar to the set in Scott's Minstrelsy," and
were not taken down.
1
'O whare hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son?
O whare hae ye been, my handsome young man?'
'Oer the peat moss mang the heather, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
6
'What leave ye to your father, Lord Randal, my son?
What leave ye to your father, my handsome young man?'
'I leave my houses and land, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
7
'What leave ye to your brother, Lord Randal, my son?
What leave ye to your brother, my handsome young man?'
'O the guid milk-white steed that I rode upon,
For I'm weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
8
'What leave ye to your true-love, Lord Randal, my son?
What leave ye to your true-love, my handsome young man?'
'O a high, high gallows, to hang her upon,
For I'm weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
R
Pitcairn's MSS, III, 11. "From tradition: widow
Stevenson."
1
'Whare hae ye been a' day, my little wee toorin dow?'
'It's I've been at my grandmammy's; mak my bed, mammy, now.'
2
'And what did ye get frae your grandmammy, my little wee toorin dow?'
'It's I got a wee bit fishy to eat; mak my bed, mammy, now.'
3
'An what did ye do wi the banes o it, my little wee toorin dow?'
'I gied it to my black doggy to eat; mak my bed, mammy, now.'
4
'An what did your little black doggy do syne, my little wee toorin
dow?'
'He shot out his head, and his feet, and he died; as I do, mammy, now.'
S
Communicated to Percy by Rev. P. Parsons, of Wye, near
Ashford, Kent, April 19, 1775: taken down by a friend of
Mr Parsons "from the spinning-wheel, in Suffolk."
1
'Where have you been today, Randall, my son?
Where have you been today, my only man?'
'I have been a hunting, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, fain woud lie down.
Dear sister, hold my head, dear mother, make my bed,
I am sick at the heart, fain woud lie down.'
2
'What have you eat today, Randal, my son?
What have you eat today, my only man?'
'I have eat an eel; mother, make,' etc.
3
'What was the colour of it, Randal, my son?
What was the colour of it, my only man?'
'It was neither green, grey, blue nor black,
But speckled on the back; make,' etc.
4
'Who gave you eels today, Randal, my son?
Who gave you eels today, my only man?'
'My own sweetheart; mother, make,' etc.
5
'Where shall I make your bed, Randal, my son?
Where shall I make your bed, my only man?'
'In the churchyard; mother, make,' etc.
6
'What will you leave her then, Randall, my son?
What will you leave her then, my only man?'
'A halter to hang herself; make,' etc.
166 #a.# Insert after #C#:
#D. b.# _Disordered: #b# 1==#a# 1; #b# 2==#a# 4; #b# 3==#a# 5^{1,2} +
#a# 2^{3,4}; #b# 4==#a# 3; #a# 2^{1,2}, 5^{3,4}, are wanting._
#b.# 1^3, been at the hunting.
3^2. I fear ye've drunk poison.
3^3==#a# 2^3. I supd wi my auntie.
4^{1,2}==#a# 3^{1,2}. your supper.
_This copy may be an imperfect recollection of #a.#_
166 b.
#I. h.# _Four stanzas only, 1, 2, 6, 7._
1^2. my own little one.
1^4. at the heart ... and fain.
6^1. will you leave mother.
7^1. will you leave grandma.
7^3. a rope.
#k.# _Seven stanzas_.
1^3. to see grandmother.
1^4. sick at heart, and fain.
2^3. Stripëd eels fried.
3==#a# 6, #d# 5, #h# 3.
3^{1,2}. Your grandmother has poisoned you.
3^3. I know it, I know it.
4==#a# 6. 4^{1,2}. would you leave mother.
5==#a# 8, #b# 9, #h# 7.
5^{1,2}. would you leave sister.
5^3. A box full of jewels.
6==#a# 7; 7==#a# 8.
6^{1,2}. would you leave grandmother.
6^3. A rope for to hang her.
7^{1,2}. O where shall I make it.
#K.# _Add after #c#:_
#d.# 1^1, my bonnie wee crowdin, _and always_.
2^1. frae your stepmither.
2^2. She gied me a bonnie wee fish, it was baith black and blue.
5^1. my ain wee dog.
6^1. And whare is your ain wee dog.
6^2.
It laid down its wee headie and deed,
And sae maun I do nou.
#Q.# "The second, third, fourth, and fifth stanzas were very much
similar to the set Lord Ronald, in Scott's Border Minstrelsy, and as Mr
Robertson was hurried he did not take down the precise words." MS., p.
21.
_~Ronald~ is changed to ~Randal~ in 6, 7, but is left in 8._
#R.# _Written in four-line stanzas._
13. Edward.
P. 168 a, first paragraph. Add: Swedish #E#, Aminson, Bidrag till
Södermanlands Kulturhistoria, III, 37, eight stanzas. Nine stanzas of
Finnish #B# are translated by Schott, Acta Comparationis, 1878, IV, cols
132, 133. The murder here is for wife-seduction, a peculiar and
assuredly not original variation.
168 b. #B# is translated by Adolph von Marées, p. 27; by Graf von
Platen, II, 329, Stuttgart, 1847; after Herder into Magyar, by Dr Karl
von Szász.
14. Babylon; or, The Bonnie Banks o Fordie.
P. 172 a. #Swedish.# Professor George Stephens points me to two
localized prose outlines of the story, one from Småland, the other from
Skåne; 'Truls och hans barn,' in the Svenska Fornminnesföreningens
Tidskrift, II, 77 f.
15. Leesome Brand.
P. 179 #a.# Swedish. II. Add: #I#, 'Risa lill,' Wigström, Folkdiktning,
II, 28.
180 a, lines 25, 26. Read: #A#, #G#, #M#, #X#.
181 a. #German.# Add: #D#, 'Der Ritter und seine Geliebte,' Ditfurth,
Deutsche Volks- und Gesellschaftslieder des 17. und 18. Jahrhunderts, p.
14, No 13. (Köhler.)
181 b. #French.# #C.# A still more corrupted copy in Poésies populaires
de la France, III, fol. 143, 'La fausse morte.' #D.# Fol. 215 of the
same volume, a very pretty ballad from Périgord, which has lost most of
the characteristic incidents, but not the tragic conclusion.
182 b, first paragraph. A similar scene, ending happily, in I
Complementi della Chanson d'Huon de Bordeaux, pubblicati da A. Graf, pp
26 ff. (Köhler.)
183 b, stanzas 27, 28. Compare:
Modhreu lärde sonnenn sinn:
'Skiuter tu diur och skiuter tu råå;
'Skiuter tu diur och skiuter tu råå,
Then salige hindenn lätt tu gå!'
'Den förtrollade Jungfrun,' Arwidsson, II, 260, No 136, #A# I, 2.
17. Hind Horn.
P. 187. #F.# Insert the title 'Young Hyndhorn.'
#G.# Insert: Kinloch MSS, VII, 117.
192. Dr Davidson informs me that many years ago he heard a version of
'Hind Horn,' in four-line stanzas, in which, as in 'Horn et Rymenhild'
and 'Horn Childe and Maiden Rimnild,' Horn took part in a joust at the
king's court,
An young Hind Horn was abune them a'.
He remembers further only these stanzas:
'O got ye this o the sea sailin,
Or got ye 't o the lan?
Or got ye 't o the bloody shores o Spain,
On a droont man's han?'
'I got na 't o the sea sailin,
I got na 't o the lan,
Nor yet upo the bloody shores o Spain,
On a droont man's han.'
193 b (2). Add: 'Herr Lovmand,' Kristensen, I, 136, No 52.
194. A corrupt fragment of a ballad, 'Der Bettler,' in Schröer's Ausflug
nach Gottschee, p. 210 f (Köhler), retains features like 'Hind Horn.'
The beggar comes to a wedding, and sits by the stove. The bride kindly
says, Nobody is thinking of the beggar, and hands him a glass of wine.
He says, Thanks, fair bride; thou wast my first wife. Upon this the
_bridegroom_ jumps over the table, crying, Bachelor I came, and bachelor
will go.
The Epirots and Albanians have a custom of betrothing or marrying,
commonly in early youth, and of then parting for a long period. A woman
was lately (1875) buried at Iannina who, as the archbishop boasted in
the funeral discourse, had preserved her fidelity to a husband who had
been separated from her thirty years. This unhappy usage has given rise
to a distinct class of songs. Dozon, Chansons populaires bulgares, p.
294, note.
195 b (5). The German popular rhymed tale of Henry the Lion is now known
to have been composed by the painter Heinrich Götting, Dresden, 1585.
Germania, XXVI, 453, No 527.
198 a, to first paragraph. For the marvellous transportation in these
stories, see a note by Liebrecht in Jahrbücher für rom. u. eng.
Literatur, III, 147. In the same, IV, 110, Liebrecht refers to the
legend of Hugh of Halton, recounted by Dugdale in his Antiquities of
Warwickshire, II, 646, ed. of 1730, and Monasticon Anglicanum, IV, 90 f,
ed. 1823 (and perhaps in Dugdale's Baronage of England, but I have not
found it there). Hugo is another Gerard: the two half-rings miraculously
unite. (Köhler.) See, also, Landau on Torello, 'Der Wunderritt,' Quellen
des Dekameron 1884, pp 193-218.
198 b, third paragraph. Other versions of 'Le Retour du Mari:' Fleury,
Littérature Orale de la Basse-Normandie, p. 268; E. Legrand, Romania, X,
374, also from Normandy.
A ballad of the nature of 'Le Retour du Mari' is very popular in Poland:
Kolberg, No 22, pp 224 ff, some dozen copies; Wojcicki, I, 287;
Wojcicki, II, 311==Kolberg's #c#; Lipinski, p. 159==Kolberg's i;
Konopka, p. 121, No 20; Kozłowski, No 5, p. 35, p. 36, two copies. In
Moravian, 'První milejší,' 'The First Love,' Sušil, No 135, p.
131. The general course of the story is that a young man has to go to
the war the day of his wedding or the day after. He commits his bride to
her mother, saying, Keep her for me seven years; and if I do not then
come back, give her to whom you please. He is gone seven years, and,
returning then, asks for his wife. She has just been given to another.
He asks for a fiddle [pipe], and says he will go to the wedding. They
advise him to stay away, for there will be a disturbance. No, he will
only stand at the door and play. The bride jumps over four tables, and
makes a courtesy to him on a fifth, welcomes him and dismisses the new
bridegroom.
199 a, end of the first paragraph. I forgot to mention the version of
Costantino, agreeing closely with Camarda's, in De Rada, Rapsodie d'un
poema albanese raccolte nelle colonie del Napoletano, pp 61-64.
200. A maid, parting from her lover for three years, divides her ring
with him. He forgets, and prepares to marry another woman. She comes to
the nuptials, and is not known. She throws the half ring into a cup,
drinks, and hands the cup to him. He sees the half ring, and joins it to
his own. This is my wife, he says. She delivered me from death. He
annuls his marriage, and espouses the right woman. Miklosisch, Ueber
die Mundarten der Zigeuner, IV, Märchen u. Lieder, 15th Tale, pp 52-55,
at the end of a story of the class referred to at p. 401 f. (Köhler.)
A personage appeared at Magdeburg in 1348 in the disguise of a pilgrim,
asked for a cup of wine from the archbishop's table, and, in drinking,
dropped into the cup from his mouth the seal ring of the margrave
Waldemar, supposed to have been long dead, but whom he confessed or
avowed himself to be. Klöden, Diplomatische Geschichte des für falsch
erklärten Markgrafen Waldemar, p. 189 f. (Köhler.)
A wife who long pursues her husband, lost to her through spells, drops a
ring into his broth at the feast for his second marriage, is recognized,
and they are happily reunited: The Tale of the Hoodie, Campbell, West
Highland Tales, I, 63-66.