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elf-king's daughter. SOI
Ear on the morn, whan night was gane, The bride she cam wi' the bridal train.
They skinked the mead, and they skinked the wine: " O whare is Sir Oluf, bridegroom mine ? " 48
" Sir Oluf has ridden but into the wood, To prieve gin his horse and hounds are good."
And she took up the scarlet red,
And there lay Sir Oluf, and he was dead I so
Ear on the morn, whan it was day,
Three likes were ta'en frae the castle away;
Sir Oluf the leal, and his bride sae fair, And his mither, that died wi' sorrow and care.
And lightly the elves sae feat and free, «
They dance all under the greenwood tree I