English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

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	Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight

	2 Turn your back, sweet Willie, said she, O turn your back unto me, For you are too bad a rebel For a naked woman to see. 3 She picked him up in her arms so strong And she threw him into the sea, Saying: If you have drowned six kings' daughters here, You may lay here in the room of me. 4 Stretch out your hand, O pretty Polly, Stretch out your hand for me,
	And help me out of the sea. . . 5 She picked up a rock and threw on him, saying: Lay there, lay there, you dirty, dirty dog, Lay there in the room of me. You're none too good nor too costly To rot in the briny, briny sea. 6 Hush up, hush up, my pretty parrot, Hush up, hush up, said she. You shall have a golden cage with an ivory lid Hung in the willow tree.
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