“Strike home, in every Swabian’s name, Or else I wish ye may be lame.”

But Hans knew how to meet this, and said,

“Thunder and lightning, it’s fine to prate,

But for dragon-hunting thou’rt aye too late.”

“Thunder and lightning, it’s fine to prate, But for dragon-hunting thou’rt aye too late.”

Michal cried,

“Nothing is wanting, not even a hair,

Be sure the Devil himself is there.”