THE FAIR ILONA.
"Heaven bless you,
Judge, my lord,
Keep your house
In safe accord."
"What kind fortune
Did you send
To my house
Your steps to bend?"
"I led my geese
To meadows green,
The judge's son
With stones was seen,
He killed my gosling
Of yellow sheen."
"What shall be paid,
Ilona fair,
For thy young gosling
The lad killed there?"
"For each of his feathers,
A ducat bright;
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."