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My lassie would be proud of me, 



She 'd teU it all the folk ; 

 'Twould bring me seventy gulden too, 



Faith, that were no bad joke ! 

 'Twould be in all the papers too, 



The King of it would hear ; 

 Why, who knows but he 'd say, ' I '11 have 



Him made Head Forester' ? 



"Should a wolf come, 'twould also do : 



Yes, wolves they prowl far round, 

 And such a place as this they like, 



Where something 's to be found. 

 A bran-new rifle then I 'd have, 



As handsome as could be ; 

 And carved upon the stock a wolf, 



With date, that all might see. 

 And should one at a shooting-match 



Ask ' From the city, eh' P 

 'No, no, 'tis his who shot the wolf,' 



Is what they all would say." 



And so with rifle ready cock'd, 



He sits, and thinks, and thinks, 

 Till it grows dark ; but nothing comes, 



Bear, chamois, wolf, nor lynx. 



