“Ho, my beautiful flower,
Who art like a young fairy,
Be then to me a wife
As long as you be alive.”
And kissed her.
He then looked on—
May it burst—
There was the dragon’s head
Running away,
“Ho, my beautiful flower,
Who art like a young fairy,
Be then to me a wife
As long as you be alive.”
And kissed her.
He then looked on—
May it burst—
There was the dragon’s head
Running away,