The corn is great and small,
The gentleman must be mowed.”
Then the process of whetting the scythes is repeated.[1247] At Ramin, in the district of Stettin, the stranger, standing encircled by the reapers, is thus addressed—
“We'll stroke the gentleman
With our naked sword,
Wherewith we shear meadows and fields.
We shear princes and lords.
Labourers are often athirst;
If the gentleman will stand beer and brandy
The joke will soon be over.