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110 THOMAS THE EHTMEE.
"0 no, 0 no, Thomas," she said, " That name does not belang to me ; I am but the Queen of fair Elfland, w
That am hither come to visit thee.
" Harp and carp, Thomas," she said; " Harp and carp along wi' me ; And if ye dare to kiss my lips,
Sure of your bodie I will be."— ao
" Betide me weal, betide me woe,
That weird shall never daunton me."— Syne he has kissed her rosy lips, All underneath the Eildon Tree.
" Now, ye maun go wi' me," she said ; a
" True Thomas, ye maun go wi' me ; And ye maun serve me seven years, Thro' weal or woe as may chance to be."
She mounted on her milk-white steed ;
She's ta'en true Thomas up behind : ao
And aye, whene'er her bridle rung,
The steed flew swifter than the wind.
O they rade on, and farther on ;
The steed gaed swifter than the wind; Until they reach'd a desert wide, ss
And living land was left behind.