art's belov'd Lord,
(_The mermaid dances the floor upon_)
To my own disposal this mermaid award,
For she my will has fairly done."

"I'll not give her thee, nor her life shalt thou save,
(_The mermaid dances the floor upon_)
For my seven brave vessels she swamped in the wave,
My pleasure thus she has not done."

Black, black as a clod grew the Queen at that word,
(_The mermaid dances the floor upon_)
And down she fell senseless before the King's board,
Because her will she had fairly clone.

"My Queen and my dearest! thy heart shall not break,
(_The mermaid dances the floor upon_)
Thou art free to the strand the fair mermaid to take,
Because thy will she has fairly done."

The mermaid in scarlet so fine she array'd,
(_The mermaid dances the floor upon_)
Although she had heard her own death by her spaed,
For thus, for thus, her will she'd done.

The Queen gave command to the maids in her train:
(_The mermaid dances the floor upon_)
"Convey ye the mermaid hence down to the main,
For she my will has fairly done."

Upon the blue billows the mermaid they place,
(_The mermaid dances the floor upon_)
The Queen fell to weeping, and sad was each face,
For she her will, alack! had done.

"O prythee don't weep, and O prythee don't grieve,
(_The mermaid dances the floor upon_)
Heaven's portals stand open thy soul to receive,
Now I thy will have fairly done.

"In the mansions of Heaven thou aye shalt remain,
(_The mermaid dances the floor upon_)
And there perfect quiet and rest thou shalt gain--
Now all thy will, fair Queen, I've done!"

ROSMER.

Buckshank bold, and Elfinstone,
And more than I can mention here.
They caused to be built so stout a ship,
And unto Iceland they will steer.

They launched the ship upon the sea,
Which bellowed like a wrathful bear;
Down to the bottom the vessel sank,
A laidly Trold has dragged it there.

Sank to the bottom the young Roland,
And round about he groped awhile.
Until he found the path which led
Unto the bower of Ellenlile.

Young Roland towards the mountain goes,
He saw the little sparkles fly:
"Betide whate'er the Lord God will
I here will house me verily."

Young Roland into the mountain went,
Benumbed with cold his limbs they shook:
"What dost thou here, thou wretched man,
On whom the Lord with pity look?"

Then up and spoke Dame Ellenlile:
"Young swain why hith