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FOLK-SONGS OF LOWER BRITTANY. 215
merely improvisations with as little sense and meaning as the lullabies for infants. But here is one into which the old spinner puts the thoughts of her willingness to make sacrifice of her all in order that her son might be educated as a priest, and her hopes of reward from his filial piety. The soothing and monotonous melody is necessarily lost in the translation.
THE SONG OF THE OLD SPINNER.
My wheel and my bonnet of straw And my waist of white linen
Shall be all yours, my young clerk, That you may make yourself a priest.
And my porringers and my spoons, He shall have them all at one time.
And my old warp, and my brake, And my old carder besides.
And when he is a priest
I shall have a broidered robe.
And my shoes will have ribbons, And my collar will be fluted.
And a cap upon my head,
Like that of a damsel of quality.
One of the most notable and singular features in Breton folk-poetry is the feeling displayed toward animals. Almost human attributes of wisdom and