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Kyytöläinen wept much, the wretched one [v. 'worm'] sorely lamented On a stretch of swamp, on an earth-knoll, at the far end of all the heath. A tear trickled from his eye, one dropt suddenly after the other, In drops the water dribbled to the ground, to his feet, Thence flows as a river, streams as a stream, Then widened suddenly into a pond, kept crashing into a lake, Finally it turned itself into a sea, swept itself into a wave. From that three seas originated, three waters rolled [v. rubbed] themselves, Three waves swept [v. scraped] themselves along from Kyytöläinen's tears. A sandy ridge grew up there, a secret isle formed itself by spells, From it a sandy mountain arose, a 'golden' hillock raised itself, Where the three seas had rubbed, where the waves had swept along. Afterwards four maidens found an oak sapling, Carry it to a productive soil, to the border of a sandy isle. From it grew an awful tree, a mighty oak shot up, Most ample as regards its boughs, most smooth as regards its leaves.

A damsel rose from out a dell a maiden from a humid spot, A warm girl from a spring, a "blue-stocking" from a swamp recess, A swarthy girl with shaven head, a girl with skinless teats, A copper box in her hand, in the box a "golden" comb. The maiden combs her head, brushes her hair