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unn denkt die nimm i mit.
D rno huurt sie an de bode hin
unn spreit ihr fiirti uss,
fangt alles mit der hand, thut s niin,
unn lauft gar froh noch bus.
sie springt de felswei nuf ganz frisch,
dort wo der berg jetzt isch so gab
unn me (man) so krattle mus in d hoh,
macbt sie nur eine schritt.
Der ritter sitzt just noch am tisch :
min kind, was bringste mit ?
d freud liiegt der zu de auge nuss ;
se krom nur geschwind din fiirti uss ;
was best so zawelichs drin ?
o vatter, spieldings gar ze nett,
i ha noch nie ebs schons so g hett,
unn stelltem (ihm) alles hin.
Unn uf de tisch stellt sie den pflui,
d bare unn ihri ros,
lauft drum herein unn lacht derzu,
ihr freud isch gar ze gross.
Ja, kind, diss isch ken spieldings nitt,
do hest ebs schons gemacht
saht der herr ritter glich und lacht,
geh nimm s nur widder mit !
die bure sorje uns fiir brot,
sunsch sterbe mir de hungertod ;
trah alles widder furt !
s fraule krint, der vatter schilt :
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a bur mir nitt als spieldings gilt,
i liid (ich leide) net dass me murrt.
pack alles sachte widder iin
unn trah s ans namli platzel hin,
wo des (du s) genumme hest.
baut nit der bur sin ackerfeld,
se fehlt s bi uns an brot unn geld
in unserm felsennest.
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and thinks I ll take them with me.
Then plumps down on the ground
and spreads her apron out,
grasps all in her hand, peps it in,
and runs right joyful home ;
leaps up the rock-path brisk,
where the hill is now so steep
and men must scramble up,
she makes but one stride.
The baron sits just then at table :
my child, what bringst with thee ?
joy looks out at thine eyes ;
undo thine apron, quick,
what hast so wonderful therein ?
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father, playthings quite too neat,
I ne er had aught so pretty,
and sets it all before him.
On the table she sets the plough,
the farmers and their horses,
runs round them and laughs,
her joy is all too great.
Ah child, this is no plaything,
a pretty thing thou hast done !
saith the baron quick, and laughs,
take it back !
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go
the farmers provide us with bread,
else we die the hunger-death ;
carry it all away again.
The maiden cries, the father scolds :
a farmer shall be no toy to me.
I will have no grumbling ;
pack it all up softly again
and carry it to the same place
where thou tookst it from.
Tills not the farmer his field,
we are short of bread and money
in our nest on the rock.
Similar anecdotes from the Harz and the Odenwald are given
in Deut. sag. nos. 319. 324. In Hesse the giant s daughter
is placed on the Hippersberg (betw. Kolbe, Wehrda and Goss-
felden) : her father rates her soundly, and sets the ploughman
at liberty again with commendations. The same story is told at
Dittersdorf near Blankenburg (betw. Eudolstadt and Saalfeld).
Again, a hiinin with her daughter dwelt on Hiinenkoppe at the
entrance of the Black Forest. The daughter found a peasant
ploughing on the common, and put him in her apron, oxen, plough
and all, then went and showed her mother the little fellow