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ANCIENT PORTUGUESE BALLADS.
The fairest sits between the two, And hangs in tears her lovely head."
" My darling daughters are all the three, I love them dearer than my life. For your reward, my little sailor, The loveliest shall be your wife."
" I do not wish your darling daughter ;
The cost of love would be my bane." " I '11 give you gold beyond your count."
" It cost you too much strife to gain."
" I '11 give to you my courier white, A nobler never felt the rein."
" I do not want your courier white, It cost you too much toil to train."
" I '11 give to you my gallant ship, Upon the seas to sail at will."
" I do not want your gallant ship, To navigate I have no skill."
" What reward then, little sailor,
Do you demand that I should pay ? "
" I want your soul, my gallant captain, Your soul with me to take away."
" Demon, your claim I do deny. I will not yield my soul to thee. My soul belongs to God above, My body I '11 give to the sea."
An angel caught him in her arms, And drew him from the boiling spray.