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HUNGARIAN FOLK-SONGS. 301
The judge's son
With stones was seen, He killed my gosling
Of yellow sheen."
" What shall be paid, Ilona fair, For thy young gosling The lad killed there?"
" For each of his feathers,
A ducat bright; For each of his feet,
A spoon so white ; For his two wings
Two salvers dight; For his warbling throat
A horn of might."
" If your demands You place so high, Upon the gallows The lad must die."
"May the gallows tree Be a rose, my lord, And my two arms Its strangling cord."
THE BRIGAND'S WIFE.
Often my father and mother I prayed Not to send me up to the mountain high,