. Children's ballads from history and folklore . I see ? Its the rosiest peach in the whole of Jajsan;And its coming a-floating, a-floating to me. Now here is a feast for my darling old , the Great Shogun not a finer can get! Some stewed lih-bulbs, and this beautiful peach,Wlien he comes from toil, before him Ill set. J Soon clown from the mountnin llie old man cainc,And fast on his back his fagot was boiuul. Oh, liasten you, husband, liis loving wife cried, And taste this beautiful peach that I found ! But just as lie took it the peach split in twain,And a fat little baby with raven-bla
. Children's ballads from history and folklore . I see ? Its the rosiest peach in the whole of Jajsan;And its coming a-floating, a-floating to me. Now here is a feast for my darling old , the Great Shogun not a finer can get! Some stewed lih-bulbs, and this beautiful peach,Wlien he comes from toil, before him Ill set. J Soon clown from the mountnin llie old man cainc,And fast on his back his fagot was boiuul. Oh, liasten you, husband, liis loving wife cried, And taste this beautiful peach that I found ! But just as lie took it the peach split in twain,And a fat little baby with raven-black hair \Vas cradled right in the heart of the lay a-twinkling and blinking there. Oh you brave little boy, you shall be our own sonAnd Moniotaro shall have for a name, Or Little Peachling, since out of a peach. You dear little fellow, this morning you came. The rice-fields blossomed for twenty more years,While the gurgling old river amongst them ran; For twenty more years grew the slim Little Peachling was grown to a Some millet dumpluigs priA make for me,To his good foster mother lie said one da}-, d off to the ogres castle Ill go, d the whole of their treasure will bring awa)^ As thick in the ogres treasure-vaultsThe jewels are lying as sea-shore sands; With blue snow-gates on the mountain-top,The ogres castle all proudly stands — With blue snow-gates that are stronger than steel; But I will enter, and will bring to youThe wealth from the ogres treasure-vaults. Hung over with pearls, like flowers with dew. I have made you the dumplings, his good mothersaid, But I fear lest the ogres should do you a the Little Peachling danced gayly away. With the millet-dumplings under his arm. A dog ]eapt out of a cluster ot pines : And what have you there, Little Peacliling, pray? The best millet-dumplings in all ,And Im to the ogres castle away. For one of your dumplings with you Ill goAnd the ogres castle will help subdue. •Well, you can bark
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