Sing an' sing till the trousies drop off.
An' as he done he find himself inside the water begun to fishening.
An' as him put him head under a stone-hole the boy come down off the tree an' find himself back to his yard.
An' next Wednesday when Gaulin come to get married, the boy provide for him to sing that very same tune when they are on the cake table.
An the boy say:—"Ladies and gentlemen will you like to hear a song?"
An' everybody say "Yes."
An' that time the boy was a fiddler, an' he tune up his violin an' beguns to play "My iddy, my iddy Pyang halee."
Gaulin say:—"Oh no, my brother, stop that tune. That same very tune kill my grandfather, an' when you sing it you let me remember my old grandfather."
An' the boy never stop sing an' play till all Gaulin clothes drop off.
An' Gaulin fly out the door mouth an' find himself right up in the air.