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He would sing his songs unto you,

As a singer and magician.

“He would sing the sea to honey,

And to peas would sing the gravel,

And to malt would sing the seasand,

And to salt would sing the gravel,

Forest broad would sing to cornland,

And the wastes would sing to wheatfields,

Into cakes would sing the mountains,

And to hens’ eggs change the mountains.

“As a singer and magician,

He would speak, and he would order,

And would sing unto this homestead,

Cowsheds ever filled with cattle,

Lanes o’erfilled with beauteous blossoms,

And the plains o’erfilled with milch-kine,

Full a hundred horned cattle,

And with udders full, a thousand.

“As a singer and magician,

He would speak and he would order

For our host a coat of lynxskin,

For our mistress cloth-wrought dresses,

For her daughters boots with laces,

And her sons with red shirts furnish.

“Grant, O Jumala, thy blessing,

Evermore, O great Creator,

Unto those we see around us,

And again in all their doings,

Here, at Pohjola’s great banquet,

This carouse at Sariola held,

That the ale may stream in rivers,

And the mead may flow in torrents,

Here in Pohjola’s great household,

In the halls at Sariola built,

That by day we may be singing,

And may still rejoice at evening

Long as our good host is living,

In the lifetime of our hostess.

“Jumala, do thou grant thy blessing,

O Creator, shed thy blessing,