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“Och maistere! it is ane great black bulle He held out his lang necke and ranne, Cumyng fomyng madlye here;
Quhille low his backe did bowe; He has fleyit awaye the fairye folkis, And he turnit up his cleire quhyte face
And the devil has fledde for feire. Als blynde men wonte to doo. “ With his hornis sharper than ane spiere And ower rocke, and ower rone, The hillis grene breste is rift,
He lyftit his feite fulle hie; And his taile is curlying up the cloudis And ower stocke, and ower stone, And swooping on the lyfte.
Blynde Robene he did flie!
He gaspette sore anone !
When the houndis are yowting bye.” Blynde Robene he is gone!
His bodie it pressit on “Och! graite is the powir of moseke, boie !
Faster than feite colde followe up, Graiter nor ouchtis belowe !
And on the ground he is prone ! “I haif playit the spyritis from the deipe, And playit them down againe ;
But yet to profe blynde Robenis speide, And that is the bulle of Norrowaye
Quhen he felle on his face before, I haif brochte outower the maine
He plowet ane furrow with his noz
For two cloth yardis and more. “ He is something, I haif heirde them saye,
Ah! Laikaday! now Blynde Robene, Betwene ane gode and beiste;
Thy moseke maste depairte; But sit thou still, my bonny boie,
That cursit bulle of Norrawaye I will charme him to the eiste."
Is fomyng ower thyne herte.
Als he sat up on hyghte!
For qubam he hald comit furthe. To se blynde Robenis plyghte. “ Too-too, tee-too!" quod blynde Robené, For the bulle gaed rounde, and the bulle Quhille he raife the herkenyng ayte ;
gaed rounde Then the bulle he gallopit like ane feinde,
Blynde Robene with horryd dynne ; For he thochte his cowe wals there.
He hald nevir bene usit to stycke ane But quhen he came nere to the plaisse,
man, Thochtyng his lofe to finde,
And he knowit not how to begynne. And saw nochtis but ane auld mynstrelle, He wals nouther to houlde nor binde!
And he scraipit ane graif with his fore fute,
With manye ane rowte and raire ;
Arounde blynde Robenis haire.
Poore Robene hald but ane remeide,
And trembilyng houpe hald hee; His notes begoude to shaike,
He set his stokel horne to his muthe These burstis of raige he colde not stande,
And blewe 'yblastis thre.
“Quhat worme is this," then thochtis the They maide his herte to aike.
bulle, « Och maistere, maistere !" cryit the boie,
“ That mockis my lofe and mee?" Squeiking with yirlish dynne, “ It is but ane bowshote to the wode
He shoke his heide, and he gaif ane That owerhingis the lynne ;
Quhille his hornis ranne to the brymme: “ Let us haiste and won the Bowman “I shalle bore your bodie," thochtis the Lynne,
bulle, And hide in boghe or tre;
“ Throu the lifebloade and the lymbe." Or, by Saint Fillanis sholder bone, Charme als you like for mee !”
And out-throu and out-throu blynde
Robene Blynde Robene bangit him to his feite, He hes maide his quhite hornis gae, Alane he dorste not staye ;
But they nouther touchit his skynne nor For he thochte, als welle als the littil boie,
bone, It wals time he were awaye.
But his coate and his mantel graye.
And he has hevit up blynde Robene, Och Robene wals ane braif proude man And tossit him like ane reide;
That daye on Bowman brae, And aye he shoke his curly powe, And he braggit of that mornyngis featis To drive him from his heide.
Until his dying daye. And he was in ane grefous frychte,
And aye his quhite face glowit sublyme, Yet wist not quhat to feire,
And aye his brente browe shone; But he laye acrosse like an ousen yoke,
Ane thoche hee toulde ane store of les, Mervillyng quhat wals asteer.
To help it there wals none. But hald you seine the devilish boie;
He saide that he drew the dapplit raeis An ill deide mot hee de !
Frae out the dingillye delle, Hee leuch until he tint all powris,
The nut-browne harte but an the hinde Als hee sat on his tree.
Downe frae the hedder belle ; Then the bulle he gaif Robene ane toss,
And broughte the gaitis, with their graye By some unchauncy fling,
berdis, And owre the verge of the Bowman Lynne
Far from the rockye glenne, He maide the auld man to swing.
And the fairyis from some plesaunt lande
That Robene did not kenne.
And then hee tauld how hee raisit the deide, Till hee fell into ane hazil boshe,
In their wynding shetis so quhite, Saft als ane fether bedde.
And how the devil came from his denne
And lystenit with delychte:
How he brochte the bulle of Norrawaye He knew nochtis of his graite daingere,
Outower the sea-waife grene, Nor yet of his safetye.
And charmit him down to the pyttc of
helle, And the bulle he broolyit and he trootit Quhare he nefer more wals seen.
Outower the Bowman Lynne, And sore he yernit for life bloode,
But then the false and wickede boie, But durste not venter in.
He nefer wolde allow
That hee charmit ouchtis but ane wycked Poore Robene herde the defenyng noisse,
bulle, And laye full sore aghast ;
Quha tooke him for ane cowe. At length he raisit his forlorne houpe,
May nefer poore mynstrel wante the worde To charme him with ane blaste.
That drawis the graitfulle teire, Whenevir the bulle hee herde the soundis, Nar ane waywarde brat his mornying broz, His aunger byrnit like helle,
For bothe are harde to beire. And rounde the rocke he raschit in raige,
MORALITAS. But missit his fote and felle.
Och nefer bydde ane bad mynstrelle playe, And down the bank and down the brae Nor seye his mynstrelsye, He bumpit and he blewe;
Onlesse your wyne be in your honde, And aye he stoatted frae the stonis,
And your ladye in your ee. And flapperit as he flewe.
Ane singil say will set him on, He wals like ane mychtie terre barrelle And sympil is the spelle ; Gawn bombyng down the steipe,
But he nefer will gif ofer againe, Quhille he plungit in the howe of the Not for the devil himselle.
Fron J. M. Thiele's “ Popular Traditions And yollerit, yollerit, frae the hillis,
of the Danes." Like ane ryving cleppe of thunder.
(Translated from the Danish.)
Huer mand lagde til og tog fra, blanded * Holla! quhat's that ?” cryit blynde deriblandt meget sit egen dict. Robene,
Lysc. Slectebog, Præf. VI. Is there anie here to telle ?" * It is the bulle," quod the little boie,
Every man added or omitted something, * You haif charmit him down to helle.
and mixed up many inventions of his
own with the story. “ The mychtie featis that you haif donc, This beatis them all to daye !
In the invirons of Hirschholm, on Rysse up, rysse up, deire maistere minc, Hösterkiöb Mark, are two hills,
I will guide you on your wayc.” Mangelbierg and Gillesbierg, which
are said to be inhabited by Elves. token, and shewn about the neighBefore festival-days, great noises are bourhood. heard in them, as of the clattering of copper kettles, and the opening and One night an Elf came to a midshutting of large chests; and some wife in Bingsberg, in the Lordship times, also, music.--A poor peasant, of Odd, and requested that she would who was at work upon Gillesbierg, go down with him to Hafvehöi, to lay down to rest about mid-day, help his wife. When she came there, when there suddenly appeared before she was obliged to go under the earth him a beautiful maiden, holding a with him. She was well treated in gold cup in her hand, and beckoning Fairy-land, and restored in perfect to him.
But as the peasant was security to the light of day; but, have afraid, and saineol* himself, she turn- ing afterwards blabbed of what she ed away, and he observed that her had seen under the hill, she lost her back was hollow like a kneading trough. sight.
At Gudmandstrup, in the Lord At Ourve, near Jægerspriis, is a ship of Odd, is a hill called Wheel- large knoll called Steensbierg. That hill. The Élves that live in this hill there are Fairies in this knoll is well are well known in the adjacent towns, known in the neighbourhood, as and no one forgets to sain his ale noises (as of shutting and opening cask, as the Elves from Wheel-hill large chests) are often heard to prooften creep in and steal the ale. ceed from it. It is, moreover, noto
A peasant passing the hill late one rious, that the pantries of the peam evening, saw that it stood upon red sants in the vicinity are often plunpillars, and under it were music and dered by the Elves. Once on a time, dancing, and a splendid fairy ban- Neil Jensen, who lived close to the quet. As the peasant was observing knoll, having remarked that they their merriment, the music and dan- made unmercifully free with his cing suddenly ceased, and in the store-room, locked the door by which midst of loud lamentations, he heard they were accustomed to enter ; but an Elf cry out,
Skotte has fallen shortly after, his daughter became in the fire ! Come and help him stone-blind, and did not recover her up!"-The hill sank, and all was sight till her father unlocked the still.
door. In the meantime the peasant's wife was sitting at home spinning her tow, A peasant once found an Elf sitting not aware that an Elf had crept in at dejected and cogitabund, upon a stone the window of the next room, and between Mullerup and Dalby, in the was drawing off the liquor from her neighbourhood of the Tiis Lake. ale-barrel into his copper kettle. The good man, who at first took him
The door stood open, and the Elf for a decent Christian, asked him was keeping a sharp eye upon the
“ whether he was bound?”-“ IU good woman's motions, when her leave this country,” said the Elf; husband came into the room in a state “ for there is no living here now, for of astonishment, and told her all he the continual jangling and clatching had seen and heard. When he came of bells.” to “ Skotte has fallen in the fire ! In Kundebye, in the Bailiewick of Come and help him up!” the Elf Holbeck, an Elf had his habitation dropt the spigot, kettle, and ale, on in the high ridge on which the the floor, and whisked off through church stands; but after the people the window.–Alarmed by the noise, in that quarter began to have the fear they soon discovered what kind of á of God about them, and to be assi guest they had had; and to indem- duous in their attendance at church, nify themselves for their ale that had the Elf was kept in continual torment been spilled, they took possession of by the unceasing clatter of the bells the Elf's copper kettle, which is said in the church steeple. At last he to have been long preserved as could stand it no longer, and left
the place; for nothing has tended To sain, is literally, to sign, i. e, with so much to clear the country of the cross.
Elves, as the increase of godliness in
the people, and the ringing of conse- ed out into fields, musing and beatcrated bells.
ing his brains to no purpose, till, After leaving Kundebye, the Elf quite worn out with sorrow and went to Fyen, where he resided for anxiety, he lay down upon Ulshöi some time; and it so fell out, that a bank to rest, when he heard, under man who had lately taken up his re the hill, an Elf-woman singing to sidence in Kundebye, came to Fyen, her child, and met the Elf on the road. “Where “ Lullaby lully, baby mine; may you be, when at home?” said 6 To-morrow comes thy father FINE, the Élf." I am from Kundebye," “ And you shall have to play with, syne, said the man, little suspecting what “ Esbern Snare's heart and eyne." kind of personage it was by whom On hearing this, Esbern returned he was accosted.--"Aye, indeed!” in high glee to the church, just as said the Elf; “I thought I knew the Elf had arrived with the other everybody in Kundebye, but I know half of the stone pillar which was nothing of you. Will you carry a wanting. As soon as Esbern saw letter to Kundebye for me?"_"With him, he hailed him by his name ; all my heart !” said the man; and and the Elf was in such a rage, that the Elf put it into his pocket, and he flew off through the air, carrying injoined him strictly not to take it with him the half pillar; and that is from thence, till he came to Kun- the reason why the church has only debye Kirk, and then to throw it three pillars and a half to support it. over the church-yard wall, and the person to whom it was addressed Near Tiis Lake lived an honest would be sure to find it. On this couple by themselves, who were sorethey parted, and the man thought no ly plagued by a changeling that had more of the letter. But after he re been left in place of their child (which turned to Zealand, as he sat on the had not been christened in due time) meadow where the Tiis Lake now is, by the Elves. This oaf, when alone, all at once he recollected the Elf's indulged himself in the most extraletter, and was seized with an irre- ordinary freaks, and was in a state sistible desire to see it. Accordingly of incessant activity, scrambling up he took it out of his pocket; and af- the walls like a cat, and howling and ter he had sat some time with it in screeching under the eaves; but when his hand, water began to bubble out any one was in the room with him, of the seal; the letter unfolded it he sat dozing at the end of the table. self; and it was with great difficulty He could eat as much as four people; that the peasant escaped with his devoured whatever was set before life; for the elf had inclosed a whole him ; was never satisfied; and was lake in the letter, which was intend a perfect nuisance in the house. As ed to drown Kundebye Kirk and its they found it impossible to make any bells, for the trouble they had given good of him, they had long sought him.
for means of a happy riddance; and
at last a clever wench pledged herself When Esbern Snare set about
to send bim a-packing. For this building a church for Kallundborg, purpose, she killed a pig, which she he found that he could not accom- boiled, hide and hair, in a haggis, plish it. Then came an Elf to him, and set before him. He immediand offered his services; and Esbern ately began to cut away and gobble Snare made an agreement with him, up with his usual voracity; but graupon these conditions, that he should dually relaxed his eagerness, and repeat the Elf's name when the finally sat still with the knife in his church was finished, or otherwise, hand, staring with astonishment at forfeit his heart and eyes.—The work the haggis. At length he cried out, now went on at a fine rate, and the Haggis with hide and haggis with Elf bullt the church upon stone pil- hair - Haggis with eyes--and haglars; but when it was nearly com- gis with bones ! I have lived to see plete, and only one half pillar was the wood upon Tiis Lake thrice rewanting, Esbern Snare was not a newed, but never saw such a haglittle alarmed at finding that he had gis l_Now, may the d—stay longer forgot the Elf's name. He wander- for me!" With these words he fled
from the place, and never returned over the wall into the consecrated again.
ground, that it at least might be
secured. At last he reached the In the Bailliwick of Holbek, be town; and just as they had almost tween the towns of Mamp and got hold of him, his horse made a Aagerup, there once was a castle, spring in at his master's gate, which the
ruins of which still remain, near the fellow shut after him. He was the Strand. In this place, as the story now secure; but the Elves were so goes, are immense treasures conceal- exasperated, that they threw a stone ed ; and a dragon broods over as at the gate with such force, that it much gold as would ransom three knocked four planks out of it. kings. Here the subterraneans (Elves) No traces of the house now remain; are often seen, especially at festival but the stone still lies in Aagerup. times. One Christmas-eve, a plough- The cup was presented to the church; man in Aagerup went to his master, and the ploughman got as a reward and asked his permission to ride the best house upon Ericksholm down and take a peep at the Elf- estate. banquet. The farmer gave him leave to go, and take with him the best Between Jerslöse and Söbierg, lies horse in the stable. When the fel- Söbierg bank, which is the richest low came to the place, he stopt his knoll in the land, and no tongue can horse for some time, to view the en- tell what fine things it contains. In tertainment, astonished at the agili- this knoll lives an Elf-lady, on whose ty with which the little dapper folks account a splendid cavalcade once were “ linking away” in the dance, proceeded from Steen-lille Mark, on At last an Elf-mannikin came to him the occasion of her being married to and begged him to dismount, and the Elf of Gultebierg. take part in their merriment. Ano It often happens, when people are ther Elf skipped up and held his passing the knoll in fine weather, horse, while he danced with them that they see the most curious copthe whole night. As morning ap- per utensils, and the most beautiful proached, he thanked them for his cushions, laid out upon the ridge of entertainment, and mounted his horse, the knoll to be sunned ; and, if they to ride back to Aagerup. They then approach nearer, they can see the invited him to come again next New- hurry and bustle of the little folks year's night, to share their jollity; removing them as fast as possible into and a young lady offered him the the hill. stirrup-draught in a gold cup. But as he mistrusted their courtesy, he cast the liquor over his shoulder, LOCAL ASSOCIATIONS OF POETRY which, falling on the back of his COWPER-LORD BYROX. horse, singed off the hair. He then Me Editor, clapped spurs to his horse, and set off at full gallop, with the cup in his
The poetical yet just remarks of hand, over a field of ploughed land. your correspondent who made a Trip The whole posse of the Elves imme- to Carlisle by Ellisland, have condiately gave chace; but found such vinced me that you are not unwilling difficultyin scrambling
over the heavy to admit into your Magazine the nadeep furrows, that they ever and tural admiration of an honest mind anon screamed out,
for genuine poetry, and the visionary " Ride on the sod,
impulse of a warm heart, when treadAnd not on the clod."
ing the ground once hallowed by the
presence and the associations of a faAs the adventurer approached the vourite poet. Yet, when I mention town, he was obliged to take to the the correspondent who praises Burns open road, which brought him in in terms inspired by Burns's muse, great jeopardy, as the Elves were let me deprecate any comparison with every instant gaining ground on him. his ardent composition, while I give In this extremity, he prayed to God, you a simple statement of my visit and vowed, if he escaped, to give the to Olney and Wester-Underwood.cup to the church. As he rode past I have still greater reason to entreat the church-yard, he threw the cup indulgence for the uniformity and