The fempftress is filent; the ftranger complies,
And his wig from his phiz deigns to pull.
Adzooks! what a fquall Sally gave through furprize!
Like a pig that is stuck how the open'd her eyes,
When she recognized Jollup's bare skull !

Each mifs then exclaim'd, while fhe turn'd up her fnout,
Sir, your head isn't fit to be feen !".

The pot-boys ran in, and the pot-boys ran out,
And couldn't conceive what the noise was about,
While the Doctor addrefs'd Sally Green :

"Behold me, thou jilt-flirt! behold me!" he cried; "You've broken the faith which you gave!

"God grants, that, to punish your falfehood and pride,
"Over-eating fhould give you a pain in your fide:
"Come, fwallow this rhubarb! I'll phyfic the bride,
"And fend her well-dofed to the grave !".

Thus faying, the phyfic her throat he forced down,
In spite of whate'er she could fay;

Then bore to his chariot the damfel fo brown;

Nor ever again was she feen in that town,

Or the Doctor who whifk'd her away.

Not long liv'd the Brewer: and none fince that time
To make ufe of the brewhouse prefume;
For 'tis firmly believed, that, by order fublime,

There

There Sally Green fuffers the pain of her crime,
And bawls to get out of the room.

At midnight four times in each year does her sprite
With fhrieks make the chamber refound:

"I won't take the rhubarb !" fhe fqualls in affright, While, a cup in his left hand, a draught in his right, Giles Jollup pursues her around!

With wigs fo well powder'd, their fees while they crave,
Dancing round them twelve doctors are seen :
They drink chicken-broth, while this horrible ftave
Is twang'd through each nose-" To Giles Jollup the Grave,
"And his patient, the fick Sally Green !"→→→

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The original is to be found in the "Kiampe-Viifer," Copenhagen, 1739. My version of this Ballad (as also of most of the Danish Ballads in this collection) was made from a German translation to be found in Herder's "Volkslieder."

THE knight laid his head upon Elver's Hoh,
Soft flumbers his fenfes beguiling;
Fatigue prefs'd its feal on his eyelids, when lo!
Two maidens drew near to him, fmiling;
The one fhe kifs'd foftly Sir Algamore's eyes;
The other the whisper'd him fweetly,

"Arife! thou gallant young warrior, arife, "For the dance it goes gaily and featly!

"Arife, thou gallant young warrior, arise, "And dance with us now and for ever!

"My

"My damfels with mufic thine ear shall surprise, "And sweeter a mortal heard never-"

Then ftraight of young maidens appear'd a fair throng,
Who their voices in harmony raising,

The winds they were ftill as the founds flew along,
By filence their melody praifing.

The winds they were ftill as the founds flew along,
The wolf howl'd no more from the mountains;
The rivers were mute upon hearing the fong,

And calm'd the loud rush of their fountains:
The fish, as they swam in the waters fo clear,
To the foft founds delighted attended,

And nightingales, charm'd the fweet accents to hear,
Their notes with the melody blended.

"Now hear me, thou gallant young warrior, now hear! "If thou wilt partake of our pleasure,

"We'll teach thee to draw the pale moon from her sphere, "We'll fhow thee the forcerer's treasure !

"We'll teach thee the Runic rhyme, teach thee to hold "The wild bear in magical fetters,

"To charm the red dragon, who broods over gold, "And tame him by mystical letters.”

Now hither, now thither, then danced the gay band,

By witchcraft the hero surprising,

Who ever fat filent, his fword in his hand,

Their sports and their pleasures defpifing.

"Now

-"Now hear me, thou gallant young warrior, now hear! "If ftill thou difdain'ft what we proffer, "With dagger and knife from thy breaft will we tear "Thine heart, which refuses our offer!"

Oh! glad was the knight when he heard the cock crow!
His enemies trembled, and left him :

Elfe must he have stayed upon Elver's Hoh,
And the witches of life had bereft him,
Beware then, ye warriors, returning by night
From court, drefs'd in gold and in filver;
Beware how you flumber on Elver's rough height,
Beware of the witches of Elver!

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