Then she ate six oxen bodies,
   And three fat swine beside;
Loaves seven hundred were her meal,
   Ere for a draught she cried.

Before her thirst she could assuage
   She drank ten casks of ale;
She set the can once more to her mouth
   And to hickuping then she fell.

The carlish Count strode up and down,
   And wrung his hands so sore:
“O whence can this young bride be come?
   She does so much devour!”

The Count he called to his Botelere:
   “Thou hadst better broach away,
For we have here such a wondrous bride,
   She’ll drink for ever and aye.”

p. 9Answered then Lokke Leyemand,
   ’Neath his sleeve he laughed with glee:
“For full eight days she has not ate.
   She longed so much for thee.”

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