Little Engel: a ballad; with a series of epigrams from the Persian

Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org
by GEORGE BORROW
London: printed for private circulation
1913
It was the little Engel, he So handsome was and gay; To Upland rode he on a tide And bore a maid away.
In ill hour he to Upland rode And made a maid his prize; The first night they together lay Was down by Vesteryse.
It was the little Engel he Awoke at black midnight, And straight begins his dream to state In terror and affright.
“Methought the wolf-whelp and his dam, The laidly she-wolf gray, Tore out my heart, and twixt their teeth Did hold it as I lay.”
“That thou dream’st little Engel thus Can cause slight wonderment, When me thou’st ta’en by might and main Nor asked my friends’ consent.”
In came Solwey Johnsen then And stood before the table; He was I ween, a clever lad, And well to speak was able.
“Hear thou, my lord, Little Engel, Rise up and straight begone; For here Sir Godey Loumand comes By four ways to the town.”