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BALLAD OF TAILOR NILS 9
Kille, kille, lambkin mine,
Take good care of that fleece-coat thine!
Sewed to one and another,
Warm it shall keep my mother.
Kille, kille, lambkin mine,
Feed and fatten thy flesh so fine!
Know, you dear little sinner,
Mother will have it for dinner!
BALLAD OF TAILOR NILS
(FROM ARNE)
Ir you were born before yesterday,
Surely you’ve heard about Tailor Nils, who flaunts him
SO gay.
If it’s more than a week that you ’ve been here,
Surely you’ve heard how Knut Storedragen got a lesson
severe.
Up on the barn of Ola-Per Kviste after a punchin’:
“When Nils heaves you again, take with you some lunch-
eon.”
Hans Bugge, he was a man so renowned,
Haunting ghosts of his name spread alarm all around.
“Tailor Nils, where you wish to lie, now declare!
On that spot will I spit and lay your head right there.” —
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