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Chapter 1 No.1

Min? seisoin korkialla vuorella,

Viheri?isess? laksossa;

N?in, n?in min? laivan seilaavan,

Kolme kreivi? laivalla.

He laskivat laivan rannalle,

K?vit maallen astumaan;

Ja se nuorempi kreiveist? kaikista

Tuli minua kihlaamaan.

H?n otti sormuksen sormestaan,

Ja se oli kultainen.

"Katsos nyt, minun piikani ihana,

Sin? saat t?m?n sormuksen."

"En ota min? ouoilta sormusta;

Mua kielsi mun ?itini."-

"Ota pois, pane sormus sormeesi,

Sit? ei n?e ?itisi!"

"Mihin panen min? nyt t?m?n sormuksen,

Ettei minun ?itini n???-

"Sano: laksossa tuolla kun k?velin,

T?m?n sormuksen l?ysin m?."

"El? neuo sa minua valehtelemaan,

Sen ?itini ymm?rt??;

Paljo parempi on minun sanoa:

Olin nuoren kreivin syliss?."

Ja se ilta oli l?mmin, ihana,

Ja linnut ne lauloivat,

Keto allansa kaunis ja vihanta,

Kukat keolla kasvoivat.

Likka istui kreivins? syliss?,

Moni muistui mielehen;

Y? joutui ja p?iv? oli laskenut,

H?n nukkui kreivin vierehen.-

Aamulla koska likka her?si,

H?n oli ihan yksin??n;

Pois oli laiva l?htenyt rannalta,

Pois kreiviki vierest??n.

"Voi, voi mua vaivaista piikaa!

Kuinka onneton nyt min? lien;

Ota pois meri, vie t?m? sormuski,

Mit? t?ll? m? k?ess?ni teen."

"Nyt n?en m? sen ehk? my?h??n,

Ett? muita h?n rakasti,

Minun j?tti surussani itkem??n,

Ja viekkaasti vietteli."

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