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, To the mountain cold, where the brigand strayed, And waited to clutch me as I came nigh. At this very hour at the highway cross, He waits for the stranger to rob his gold, The robbed has only his money's loss, But the wretched robber his soul has sold. In the morn I rise bloody clothes to lave, In the early morn, where the stream runs still. Why weepest thou, girl?" No sorrows I have, But my fire's sharp smoke has made my eyes fill." THE GIRL AND THE SHEPHERD. The night sinks softly on the plain, The heifer's bell is still; A lone pipe calls with magic strain-- The girl leans on the sill. "Here on the prairie I am alone; My cows and horses rest;" The young girl to the plain has gone With longing in her breast. The master's herd is moving slow; The young girl follows on; Dear shepherd, spread your soft cloak now The dewy earth upon." The wheat has not filled out its ear, But birds have picked the grain; "See, mother, in the early year, How love has brought me pain." "My daughter, I will curse your name, If you the shepherd wed." "Mother, I'll bear your fiercest blame, My heart will rest his head." THE THREE SCARFS. I've bought three scarfs of white; I 'll be white as any swan, And none will dare embrace me, When the three white scarfs I don. I've bought three scarfs of red; I 'll be red as any rose; My love will rain his kisses When such a floweret blows. I've bought three scarfs of gold; I 'll be yellow as its hue; I 'll glitter like a weathercock, While all the world shines new. I've bought three scarfs of brown; I 'll be brown as any owl; None will dare to ask a kiss From such a timorous fowl. THE LOVELIEST FLOWER OF ALL. In the harvest field there are three flowers. These words said the bright flower of corn: I am the brightest that charms the hours, I 'm gathered for the church, and they say I the flesh of Christ new born. In the harvest field there are three flowers,