The next day not a soul looked in to Gunlaug, not even a child went past, up the hill. But at night the same riot again, only that now all were there without distinction. They broke all the windows, they tore up the garden, and trampled down the shrubs, they threw the young fruit trees about, and then they sang:--
Mother, I've fished up a sailor, oh!
"Ah! have you so?"
Mother, I've fished up a merchant, oh!
"Ah! have you so?"
Mother, I've fished up a pastor's son
"The best you've won!"
Ah! ding dong,
The nose grows long.[[1]]
Great fishes may bite, but what is the gain,