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Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight
7 Lie there, lie there, thou false young man, Lie there instead of me.
You promised to take me to the North of Scotland, And there you would marry me.
8 O give me hold of your little finger And hold of your lily-white hand,
And I'll make you the ruler of all my estates And the ruler of all my land.
9 No, I won't give you hold of my little finger, Nor hold of my lily-white hand,
And I won't be the mistress of all your estates And the ruler of all your land.
10 She rode on the milk-white steed, And by her went the bay, And together they came to her father's castle Three hours before it was day.
11 'Twas then the pretty parrot spoke From his cage upon the wall:
O what is the matter, my pretty colleen, Why did you not answer my call ?
12 O hush, O hush, my pretty parrot, Don't tell any tales upon me,
And your cage shall be of the beaten gold And your perch of the almond tree.
13 'Twas then her father spoke From the chamber where he lay:
O what is the matter, my pretty parrot, That you're calling so long before day ?
14 O these rats, these rats are at my cage door; They're trying to take me away,
So I am just calling my pretty colleen To drive these rats away.
Sung by Mrs. Mary Sands Pentatonic. Mode 1. at Allanstand, N. C, Aug. 2, 1916
1. Get down, get down, get down, says he, Pull off that fine silk