BSTHONIAN POETRTf 4J 



As filver in the father's hoard, 

 As copper in thy brother's treafure. 

 But now, my Marichen, thou goeft to a ftranger's 

 abode, 



There thou wilt eome like a fifh to a different fliore, 

 Like a duck to a different place. 

 I know not whether to praife or to blame thee, 

 Whether thou there wilt be valued fo much as the 

 earth 



Over which the geefe fo rapidly run, 



Or as much ground as a fparrow can ftand on. 



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XIII. Another ; fhewing the bell way of pleafing 

 the new parents, and of gaining their favour. But 

 again, how farcaftic is it throughout ! — 



Young maiden, young woman ! 

 Get up betimes in the morning, 

 Be ftirring before the fan ! 

 Go then and milk the cow, 

 And ftroke her between the horns. 

 Findert thou that the cow has a calf — 

 Then make it known to the mother-in-law firft, 

 Findeft thou a lamb with a white forehead, 

 Shew it kindly to the brother-in-law. — 

 So will the mother-in-law give thee praife, 

 So will the father-in-law give thee praife, 

 The lifters-in-law will fmile upon thee, 

 The brother-in-law will tell it in the village. 

 Then thou It be called a clever girl, 

 The daughter of a clever woman, 

 An excellent woman brought thee forth, 



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