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jolly tun, and it is wreathed with roses. Morits
tries his hunting-horn, that which was Oberon’s
horn in the inn-parlour, and everything danced,
from Ulla to "Mutter paa Toppen:"[1] they
stamped with their feet and clapped their hands,
and clinked the pewter lid of the ale-tankard;
"hej kara Sjæl! fukta din aske!" (Hey! dear
soul! moisten your clay).
A Teniers’ picture became animated, and still
lives in song. Morits blows the horn on
Bellmann’s place around the flowing bowl, and
whole crowds dance in a circle, young and old;
the carriages too, horses and waggons, filled
bottles and clattering tankards: the Bellmann
dithyrambic clangs melodiously; humour and
low lift, sadness – and amongst others, about
“–– hur ögat gret
Ved de Cypresser, som ströddes.”[2]
Painter, seize thy brush and palette and paint
the Mænade – but not her who treads the
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