Had you taken him, it had been thine.”
“Ah, silly,” said she,
“What a lot had been mine
Had I happily married King Thrush-beard!”
Next they came to a meadow, and she asked:
“To whom belongs this meadow so green?”
“To King Thrush-beard,” was again the reply.
Then they came to a great city, and she asked:
“To whom does this beautiful town belong?”
“To King Thrush-beard,” said one.