TRIGLAVROSES 



u And whosoe'er the chamois slays, 

 The forfeit dear with his life he pays 

 Sweet Anka, light of my eyes, thy slave 

 Will do thy bidding : ask all things save 

 The crimson Triglavrose." 



Proud Anka pouted her lips so red : 

 " A fig for thy Zlatarog," she said : 

 " A man of courage, with me as his bride, 

 Should laugh at the white nun's angry pride. 

 Go, fetch me Triglavroses ! 



" Go, bring me the roses as I say : 

 So much for my kisses thou must pay ! 

 Janez, good night, good night, good night ! " 

 Proud Anka calls, and runs from sight ; 

 And upward climbs young Janez. 



By the stream stands Anka in all her pride, 

 And looks through tears at the mountain-side 

 " Young Janez, ah ! will he never come ? 

 Three days and nights have come and gone 

 Since he began his climbing." 



Proud Anka, hide thy face and weep ; 

 Young Janez is sleeping his last long sleep, 

 Young Janez lies on the snowy height, 

 Young Janez holds in his dead hand tight 

 The crimson Triglavroses. 



