BETWEEN Werrel and Soist there lived a man whose name was Knoist, and he had three sons. One was blind, the other lame, and the third stark-naked. Once on a time they went into a field, and there they saw a hare. The blind one shot it, the lame one caught it, the naked one put it in his pocket. Then they came to a mighty big lake, on which there were three boats, one sailed, one sank, the third had no bottom to it. They all three got into the one with no bottom to it. Then they came to a mighty big forest in which there was a mighty big tree; in the tree was a mighty big chapel in the chapel was a sexton made of beech-wood and a box-wood parson, who dealt out holy-water with cudgels.
"How truly happy is that one
Who can from holy water run!"
From Sauerland,  and in that dialect. It should be sung, and with very long-drawn syllables. Werrel (Werl) is a place of pilgrimage in Westphalia; Soist is Soest. It is also set as a riddle, and when people have been guessing for a long time and enquire what is the answer; the answer is, “a lie.” According to another story, after the naked man has put the hare which has been caught into his pocket, they go into a church, where the box-wood parson and the beach-wood sexton give out holy water. “Then they come to a great piece of water that is so broad that a cock can step across it, on which are three boats; one has a hole in it, the other has a hole in it, and the third no bottom. They all three get into the one which has no bottom; one is lost in the water, the other is drowned, the third never gets out again.”
The Quails, a lying tale, bears a remarkable resemblance to our story. See W. Wackernagel’s edition:
die hunde sint mit muose behuot, 
dâ slut die kirchtüre guot
gemûrt ûz butern, got weiz!
und schînet diu sunne alsô heiz,
daz schadet in niht umbe ein hâr,
ein eichîn pfaffe, daz ist wâr,
ein büechîn messe singet.
swer dâ ze opfer dringet
der antlaz im geben wirt,
daz im der rücke geswirt,
den segen man mit kolven gap,
ze hant huop ich mich herap:
von dern antlaz ich erschrac,
siben wachtel in den sac!
There are other references to it elsewhere,
“mîn houpt wart mir gezwagen 
mit hagenbuochner lougen.” Liedersaal, 3. 553, 80.
“drî knütele eichen 
ze guoter mâze wol gewegen,
die wâren dô der beste segen.”
Hagen and Büsching, Grundriss, p. 345.
See also Chaucer’s Poetical Works, vol. 4. The Coke’s Tale of Gamelyn, v. 996.
“Gamelyn sprenith holi watir
All with on okin spire.”
The quails (Wachteln) signify lies; even at this day we hear “he lies in his sack;” see Haupt’s Zeitschrift, 4. 578. The Story of Schlauraffenland, and The Ditmars Tale of Wonders (Nos. 158 and 159), should likewise be compared.
2: The dogs there are cautious about taking food, and there the church doors are soundly built of butter, and if the sun does shine warm, that hurts them never a jot. An oaken priest, that is true, says a birchen mass. Whosoever goes in to join the service will receive an absolution that will make his back ache. The blessing is given with clubs. In a moment I hurried oft I shrank from his absolution,—Seven quails were in the sack! Return to place in notes.