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212 FOLK-SONGS OF LOWER BRITTANY.
Dance between the two,
And pass before them gay, Dance between the three,
And wave them all away.
Press the foot of that;
And wink the eye at this ; Mock the other's pride ;
There is no greater bliss.
When you come to call,
Pray let me know the hour ; I will grease my cakes
And put eggs in the flour.
I will oil the door ;
The hinges will not creak ; In the closet bed
I '11 lie, and will not speak.
Come not through the yard,
My flowers you will tread, My onions, and my cress,
My peas and berries red. Throw straw upon the fire
To show your darling head.
It might be expected that in a country so much under the influence of the sea, and in which so large a proportion of the inhabitants are sailors, fishers on the stormy and dangerous coast or in the distant waters of Newfoundland and Iceland, there would be a large number of sea songs. The