Though it be thousands I would accept the debt
So I be betrothed to Somebody’s daughter.
A. My head-kerchief has fallen into the sea,
And with it has fallen my oar-ring;[72]
I stretch out my hand in token of acceptance,
Though I have naught wherewith to requite you.
Q. Oar-ring or no,
The lĕnggundi bush grows apace in the thatch channels.
Whether it is well to go slowly or no,