ABSTRACT
There came a soldier marching along the high road-“one, two! one, two!” He had his knapsack on his back, and a sabre by his side for he had been in the wars, and now he wanted to go home. And on the way he met with an old witch; she was very hideous, and her under-lip hung down upon her breast. She said “Good evening, soldier! What a fine sword you have, and what a big knapsack! You’re a proper soldier! Now, you shall have as much money as you like to have.”
