My dress is silent when I tread the ground Or stay at home or stir upon the waters. Sometimes my trappings and the lofty air Raise me above the dwelling-place of men, And then the power of clouds carries me far Above the people; and my ornaments Loudly resound, send forth a melody And clearly sing, when I am not in touch With earth or water, but a flying spirit.
There was a lady loved a swine, "Honey!" quoth she; "Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?" "Hoogh!" quoth he. "I'll build thee a silver sty, Honey!" quoth she; "And in it thou shalt lie!" "Hoogh!" quoth he. "Pinned with a silver pin, Honey!" quoth she; "That thou mayest go out and in," "Hoogh!" quoth he. "Wilt thou have me now, Honey?" quoth she; "Speak, or my heart will break," "Hoogh!" quoth he.