Ballads for little folk . A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND. Away, away in the Northland, Where the hours of the day are few, And the nights are so long in winter,They cannot sleep them through ; Where they harness the swift reindeerTo the sledges, when it snows ; And the children look like bears cubsIn their funny, furry clothes : They tell them a curious story — I dont believe tis true ;And yet you may learn a lesson If I tell the tale to you. Once, when the good Saint Peter Lived in the world below,And walked about it, preaching, Just as he did, you know ; He came to the door of a cottage,In travel
Ballads for little folk . A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND. Away, away in the Northland, Where the hours of the day are few, And the nights are so long in winter,They cannot sleep them through ; Where they harness the swift reindeerTo the sledges, when it snows ; And the children look like bears cubsIn their funny, furry clothes : They tell them a curious story — I dont believe tis true ;And yet you may learn a lesson If I tell the tale to you. Once, when the good Saint Peter Lived in the world below,And walked about it, preaching, Just as he did, you know ; He came to the door of a cottage,In travelling round the earth, Where a little woman was making cakes,And baking them on the hearth ; A Legend of the Northland. 151 And being faint with fasting, For the clay was almost done,He asked her, from her store of cakes, To give him a single one. So she made a very little cake, But as it baking lay,She looked at it, and thought it seemed Too large to give away. Therefore she kneaded another, And still a smaller one ;But
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