Welsh Fairy-Tales and Other Stories by Unknown
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was, agreed that when the caravan got inside the gates the bugler
should blow three loud blasts to warn, the army, who would immediately advance into the city. The men on the ramparts saw this curious caravan, and they began wondering what it was, and for two or three days they left it alone. At last an old chieftain said, "It must be their food." On the third day they opened the gates, and attaching ropes, began to haul it into the city; then the warriors leaped out, and the horn blew, and the army hurried up, and the town was taken after great slaughter; but a number escaped with their wives and children, and fled on to the Crimea, whence they were driven by the Russians, so they marched away along the sea to Spain, and bearing up through France, they stopped. Some wanted to go across the sea, and some stayed in the heart of France: they were the Bretoons. [Footnote: Bretons.] The others came on over in boats, and landed in England, and they were the first people settled in Great Britain: they were the Welsh. CROWS. One black crow, bad luck for me. Two black crows, good luck for me. Three black crows, a son shall be born in the family. Four black crows, a daughter shall be born in the family. |
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