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Black it seems white, and ugly seems fair.

Big it seems little, and dirty seems clean.

[Falling on his neck.]  Ay, Peer, now I see that we fit, you and I!    Like the leg and the trouser, the hair and the comb. [Calls away over the hillside.]  Bridal-steed! Bridal-steed! Come, bridal-steed mine! [''A gigantic pig comes running in with a rope's end for a bridle and an old sack for a saddle. vaults on its back, and seats the in front of him.''

Hark-away! Through the Rondë-gate gallop we in! Gee-up, gee-up, my courser fine!

[Tenderly.]

Ah, but lately I wandered and moped and pined— One never can tell what may happen to one!

[Thrashing the pig and trotting off.]

You may know the great by their riding gear!