More English Fairy Tales, стр. 32

Old Mother Wiggle-Waggle

The fox and his wife they had a great strife,

They never ate mustard in all their whole life;

They ate their meat without fork or knife

And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!

The fox went out, one still, clear night,

And he prayed the moon to give him light,

For he’d a long way to travel that night,

Before he got back to his den-o!

The fox when he came to yonder stile,

He lifted his lugs and he listened a while!

“Oh, ho!” said the fox, “it’s but a short mile

From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!”

And first he arrived at a farmer’s yard,

Where the ducks and the geese declared it was hard,

That their nerves should be shaken and their rest should be marred

By the visits of Mister Fox-o!

The fox when he came to the farmer’s gate,

Who should he see but the farmer’s drake;

“I love you well for your master’s sake,

And long to be picking your bones, e-ho!”

The grey goose she ran round the hay-stack,

“Oh, ho!” said the fox, “you are very fat;

You’ll grease my beard and ride on my back

From this into yonder wee town, e-ho!”

Then he took the grey goose by her sleeve,

And said: “Madam Grey Goose, by your leave

I’ll take you away without reprieve,

And carry you back to my den-o!”

And he seized the black duck by the neck,

And slung him all across his back,

The black duck cried out “quack, quack, quack,”

With his legs all dangling down-o!

Old Mother Wiggle-Waggle hopped out of bed,

Out of the window she popped her old head;

“Oh! husband, oh! husband, the grey goose is gone,

And the fox is off to his den, oh!”

Then the old man got up in his red cap,

And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;

But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,

And ran through the town, the town, oh!

When he got to the top of the hill,

He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,

For joy that he was safe and sound

Through the town, oh!

But at last he arrived at his home again,

To his dear little foxes, eight, nine, ten,

Says he “You’re in luck, here’s a fine fat duck

With his legs all dangling down-o!”

So he sat down together with his hungry wife,

And they did very well without fork or knife,

They never ate a better duck in all their life,

And the little ones picked the bones-o!

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“And the little ones picked the bones-o!”

Catskin

Well, there was once a gentleman who had fine lands and houses, and he very much wanted to have a son to be heir to them. So when his wife brought him a daughter, bonny as bonny could be, he cared nought for her, and said, “Let me never see her face.”

So she grew up a bonny girl, though her father never set eyes on her till she was fifteen years old and was ready to be married. But her father said, “Let her marry the first that comes for her.” And when this was known, who should be first but a nasty rough old man. So she didn’t know what to do, and went to the henwife and asked her advice. The henwife said, “Say you will not take him unless they give you a coat of silver cloth.” Well, they gave her a coat of silver cloth, but she wouldn’t take him for all that, but went again to the henwife, who said, “Say you will not take him unless they give you a coat of beaten gold.” Well, they gave her a coat of beaten gold, but still she would not take him, but went to the henwife, who said, “Say you will not take him unless they give you a coat made of the feathers of all the birds of the air.” So they sent a man with a great heap of pease; and the man cried to all the birds of the air, “Each bird take a pea, and put down a feather.” So each bird took a pea and put down one of its feathers: and they took all the feathers and made a coat of them and gave it to her; but still she would not, but asked the henwife once again, who said, “Say they must first make you a coat of catskin.” So they made her a coat of catskin; and she put it on, and tied up her other coats, and ran away into the woods.

So she went along and went along and went along, till she came to the end of the wood, and saw a fine castle. So there she hid her fine dresses, and went up to the castle gates, and asked for work. The lady of the castle saw her, and told her, “I’m sorry I have no better place, but if you like you may be our scullion.” So down she went into the kitchen, and they called her Catskin, because of her dress. But the cook was very cruel to her and led her a sad life.

Well, it happened soon after that the young lord of the castle was coming home, and there was to be a grand ball in honour of the occasion. And when they were speaking about it among the servants, “Dear me, Mrs. Cook,” said Catskin, “how much I should like to go.”

“What! you dirty impudent slut,” said the cook, “you go among all the fine lords and ladies with your filthy catskin? a fine figure you’d cut!” and with that she took a basin of water and dashed it into Catskin’s face. But she only briskly shook her ears, and said nothing.

When the day of the ball arrived, Catskin slipped out of the house and went to the edge of the forest where she had hidden her dresses. So she bathed herself in a crystal waterfall, and then put on her coat of silver cloth, and hastened away to the ball. As soon as she entered all were overcome by her beauty and grace, while the young lord at once lost his heart to her. He asked her to be his partner for the first dance, and he would dance with none other the live-long night.

When it came to parting time, the young lord said, “Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live.” But Catskin curtsied and said:

“Kind sir, if the truth I must tell,

At the sign of the ’Basin of Water’ I dwell.”

Then she flew from the castle and donned her catskin robe again, and slipped into the scullery again, unbeknown to the cook.

The young lord went the very next day to his mother, the lady of the castle, and declared he would wed none other but the lady of the silver dress, and would never rest till he had found her. So another ball was soon arranged for in hope that the beautiful maid would appear again. So Catskin said to the cook, “Oh, how I should like to go!” Whereupon the cook screamed out in a rage, “What, you, you dirty impudent slut! you would cut a fine figure among all the fine lords and ladies.” And with that she up with a ladle and broke it across Catskin’s back. But she only shook her ears, and ran off to the forest, where she first of all bathed, and then put on her coat of beaten gold, and off she went to the ball-room.