"No, no, that is not my song, there is no similarity between it and what you sing."
Kaetheli was much surprised. "But the flowers and the trees are in the song," she said, "or perhaps, Erick, you have forgotten the song and do not know how it goes?"
"Indeed, indeed I know," the latter assured her. "You see, first there is a great feast, where they all come and throw down many flowers and wreaths because a great lord is coming and—"
"Perhaps a count," Kaetheli interposed.
"Perhaps so."
"Oh! now I know it! If you only had spoke of the count right away; now listen!" And again Kaetheli began with full tones:
"'I stood on a high mountain
And looked into a vale,
A little ship came swimming
Three counts did hoist the sail.'