“Nothing is wanting, not even a hair, Be sure the Devil himself is there.”

Then it was Jergli’s turn to speak,

“If it be not, it’s at least his mother,

Or else it’s the Devil’s own stepbrother.”

“If it be not, it’s at least his mother, Or else it’s the Devil’s own stepbrother.”

And now Marli had a bright thought, and said to Veitli,

“Advance, Veitli, advance, advance,

And I behind will hold the lance.”