8
“Oh, tread now a measure, Sir Oluf, with me!
A silken kirtle I’ll give to thee,
9
“A silken kirtle so fair and fine
That my mother bleached in the pale moonshine.”
10
“I may not, I dare not, the measure tread!
To-morrow morn shall I be wed.”
11
8
“Oh, tread now a measure, Sir Oluf, with me!
A silken kirtle I’ll give to thee,
9
“A silken kirtle so fair and fine
That my mother bleached in the pale moonshine.”
10
“I may not, I dare not, the measure tread!
To-morrow morn shall I be wed.”
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