Red rose, its cheeks were redder still,
In the night, in the night.
That dovelet now caresses me
In the night;
And kissing each other we'll ever be,
In the night, in the night.
The field of popular poetry, which the Slavic nations of the WESTERN STEM present to us, promises a gleaning of a comparatively inferior value.
It appears from the Königshof manuscript, that five centuries ago the BOHEMIANS had a treasure of popular poetry. This document exhibits also the extraordinary fact, that almost the same ballads were sung in Bohemia in the thirteenth century, which are now heard from the lips of Russian and Servian peasant girls. The reader may compare the following songs, all of them faithfully translated.
ANCIENT BOHEMIAS SONGS.