(45) [Grimmer and Kamper: 1913]
Grimmer and Kamper / The End of Sivard Snarenswayne / and Other Ballads / By / George Borrow / London: / Printed for Private Circulation / 1913.
Collation:—Square demy octavo, pp. 28; consisting of: Half-title (with blank reverse) pp. 1–2; Title-page, as above (with a note regarding the American copyright upon the centre of the reverse) pp. 3–4; and Text of the Ballads pp. 5–28. There are headlines throughout, each page being headed with the title of the particular Ballad occupying it. At the foot of p. 28 is the following imprint: “London: / Printed for Thomas J. Wise, Hampstead, N. W. / Edition limited to Thirty Copies.” The signatures are A (a quarter-sheet of 2 leaves), B (a half-sheet of 4 leaves), and C (a full-sheet of 8 leaves), all inset within each other.
Issued in bright green paper wrappers, with untrimmed edges, and with the title-page reproduced upon the front. The leaves measure 8½ × 6⅞ inches.
Thirty Copies only were printed.
| page | |
| Grimmer and Kamper. [Grimmer walks upon the floor] | 5 |
| Mimmering Tan. [The smallest man was Mimmering] | 11 |
| The End of Sivard
Snarenswayne. [Young Sivard he his step-sire
slew]
The two Manuscripts, belonging to the years 1829 and 1854
respectively, of this ballad exhibit very numerous differences of
text. As a brief, but sufficient, example I give the second
stanza as it occurs in each:
1829
It was Sivard Snareswayne [sic] To his mother’s presence hied: “Say, shall I go from thee on foot, Or, tell me, shall I ride?” 1854 It was Sivard Snarenswayne To his mother’s presence strode: “Say, shall I ride from hence?” he cried, “Or wend on foot my road?” | 14 |
| Sir Guncelin’s Wedding. [It was the Count Sir Guncelin] | 19 |
| Epigrams: | |
| Honesty. [No wonder honesty’s a lasting article] | 27 |
| A Politician. [He served his God in such a fashion] | 27 |
| The Candle. [For foolish pastimes oft, full oft, they thee ignite] | 27 |
| Epigram on Himself. By Wessel [He ate, and drank, and slip-shod went] | 28 |
1829
It was Sivard Snareswayne [sic]
To his mother’s presence hied:
“Say, shall I go from thee on foot,
Or, tell me, shall I ride?”1854
It was Sivard Snarenswayne
To his mother’s presence strode:
“Say, shall I ride from hence?” he cried,
“Or wend on foot my road?”
There is a copy of Grimmer and Kamper, The End of Sivard Snarenswayne, and Other Ballads in the Library of the British Museum. The Press-mark is C. 44. d. 38.
(46) [The Fountain of Maribo: 1913]
The / Fountain of Maribo / and Other Ballads / By / George Borrow / London: / Printed for Private Circulation / 1913.
Collation:—Square demy octavo, pp. 27; consisting of: Half-title (with blank reverse) pp. 1–2; Frontispiece (with blank recto) pp. 3–4; Title-page (with notice regarding the American copyright upon the centre of the reverse) pp. 5–6; and Text of the Ballads pp. 7–27. There are head-lines throughout, each page being headed with the title of the particular Ballad occupying it. Upon the reverse of p. 27 is the following imprint: “London: / Printed for Thomas J. Wise, Hampstead, N.W. / Edition limited to Thirty Copies.” The signatures are A (a quarter-sheet of two leaves), B (a half-sheet of four leaves), and C (a full sheet of eight leaves), each inset within the other.
Issued in bright green paper wrappers, with untrimmed edges, and with the title-page reproduced upon the front. The leaves measure 8½ × 6⅞ inches.
Thirty Copies only were printed.
The Frontispiece is a reduced facsimile of the first page of the original Manuscript of Ramund.
1829
The Algreve he his bugle wound,
The longest night.
The Queen in her bower heard the sound
Love me doth thrall.The Queen her little foot boy address’d:
The longest night.
“Go, come to me hither the Algreve request.”
Love me doth thrall.In came the Algrave, ’fore the board stood he:
“What wilt thou my Queen that thou’st sent for me?”“If I survive when my lord is dead,
Thou shall rule o’er my gold so red.”1854
The Algreve he his bugle wound
The long night all—
The Queen in bower heard the sound,
I’m passion’s thrall.The Queen her little page address’d,
The long night all—
“To come to me the Greve request,”
I’m passion’s thrall.He came, before the board stood he,
The long night all—
“Wherefore, O Queen, hast sent for me?”
I’m passion’s thrall,“As soon as e’er my lord is dead,
The long night all—
Thou shall rule o’er my gold so red,”
I’m passion’s thrall.
There is a copy of The Fountain of Maribo and Other Ballads in the Library of the British Museum. The Press-mark is C. 44. d. 38.
