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I. Thomas the Rhymer
T RUE Thomas lay on Huntlie bank ; A ferlie he spied wi' his e'e; And there he saw a ladye bright
Come riding down by the Eildon Tree.
II Her skirt was o' the grass-green silk,
Her mantle o' the velvet fyne; At ilka tett o' her horse's mane
Hung fifty siller bells and nine.
in True Thomas he pu'd aff his cap,
And louted low down on his knee : ' Hail to thee, Mary, Queen of Heaven I
For thy peer on earth could never be.'
'O no, O no, Thomas,' she said, ' That name does not belang to me;
I'm but the Queen o' fair Elfland, 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.'
ferlie] marvel. tett] tuft. harp and carp]
and recite (as a minstrel).
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