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bridal bed_, _But to loose her girdle ne'er entered their head_-- "_Be that my care_," _said John_. _Sir John locked the door as fast as he might_: "_I wish Sir Lave a very good night_, _I shall sleep here_," _said John_. _A messenger to Sir Lave hied_: "_Sir John is sleeping with thy young bride_!" "_Aye_, _that I am_!" _said John_. _On the door Sir Lave struck with his glove_: "_Arise_, _Sir John_, _let me in to my love_!" "_Stand out_, _you dog_!" _said John_. _He struck on the door with shield and spear_: "_Come out_, _Sir John_, _and fight me here_!" "_See if I do_!" _said John_. May Asda. [_May Asda is gone to the merry green wood_] 44 Aager and Eliza. [_Have ye heard of bold Sir Aager_] 47 Saint Oluf. [_St. Oluf was a mighty king_] 53 _Of Saint Oluf_ there are three MSS. extant, the first written in 1826, the second in 1829, and the third in 1854. In the two later MSS. the title given to the Ballad is _Saint Oluf and the Trolds_. As the latest MS. affords the final text of the Poem, I give a few of the variants between it and the printed version of 1826 1826. _St. Oluf built a lofty ship_, _With sails of silk so fair_; "_To Hornelummer I must go_, _And see what's passing there_." "_O do not go_," _the seamen said_, "_To yonder fatal ground_, _Where savage Jutts_, _and wicked elves_, _And demon sprites_, _abound_." _St. Oluf climb'd the vessel's side_; _His courage nought could tame_! "_Heave up_, _heave up the anchor straight_; _Let's go in Jesu's name_. "_The cross shall be my faulchion now_-- _The book of God my shield_; _And_, _arm'd with them_, _I hope and trust_ _To make the demons yield_!" _And swift_, _as eagle cleaves the sky_, _The gallant vessel flew_, _Direct for Hornelummer's rock_, _Through ocean's wavy blue_. '_Twas early in the morning tide_ _When she cast anchor there_; _And_, _lo_! _the Jutt stood on the cliff_, _To breathe the morning air_: _His eyes were like the burning beal_-- _His mouth was all awry_; _The truth I tell_, _and say he stood_ _Full twenty cubits high_. * * * * * "_Be still_, _be still_, _thou noisy guest_-- _Be still for evermore_; _Become a rock and bee
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