271 BARBADOS. tive, whilst one man stood in the middle and accompanied the dialogue on his guitar. Sometimes they sang romances of mixed Portugueze and Spanish origin, and other times ballads and love songs which seemed to be natives of the island. I remember they had one favorite romance which I dare say may be found, in its rudiments at least, in a good collection of Granadan poetry. I put what I could carry away of it into verse, sitting on the taffrail, and the ship going nine knots. W i t h the feather of conquest, of lady-gifts full, From the list3 of Galvés came the valiant G a z ù l ; H e rode till he came to the white San Lucar, And he rode till he came to fair Lindaraxar. I n the garden she sat by a summer-eve's light A-weaving a garland to garland a knigh; She wreathed roses and pinks, she wreathed violets true, For the flower of Love is the violet blue. She placed the fresh crown on the Moorish Chief's head, And kissed him, and blessed him, and tenderly said,— " If Jove had e'er seen that twice Ganymede face, Jove's eagle had borne thee to Ganymede's place." Then laughed brave Gazul as he bent on his knee,— " If the shepherd of Troy had ever seen thee, H e had left the stol'n Helen, had sought San Lucar, And wooed till he won or stole Lindaraxar." " Oh ! steal me, Gazùl! thou hast won me ere now, And wed me, Gazùl! as thou madest the vow"—
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