When in he strode so proud and tall Away the images turned them all.

The priest was standing with open book: “O who is yon knight of stately look?”

p. 16Then laughed the maiden within her sleeve: “If he were my husband I should not grieve.”

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He step’d over benches one and two: “O Marsk Stig’s daughter I doat on you.”

He stepped over benches three and four: “Give me thy troth I thee implore.”

She gave him her hand with an air so free: “Here take thy troth, I will go with thee.”

A bridal train from church they go, They danc’d so lightly and free from woe.

And when they came to the salt sea strand, The little boats turn’d away from the land.

“Now Marsk Stig’s daughter hold my steed, To cross the water a boat we need.”

To a little boat he chang’d his steed, And over the waves away they speed.

And when in the midst of the sound they were, Dissolv’d the boat into water fair.

p. 17Up the land far was heard the cry Of Marsk Stig’s maid in her agony.

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Now will I caution each maiden bright, To dance not away with an unknown knight.

Note.—The above Ballad is a later, and greatly improved, version of one which appeared under the title The Merman only, in the Romantic Ballads of 1826. The introduction of the incident of the changing by magic of the horse into a boat, furnishes a reason for the catastrophe which was lacking in the earlier version.

p. 18THE KNIGHT IN THE DEER’S SHAPE or THE DECEIVER DECEIVED

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or

It was the Knight Sir Peter, He dwelleth down by Oe; Nothing, nothing, will he do But sail about and row.

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