J. L. Lenoir - The Elfin Knight | Текст песни

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• The Elfin Knight

The Elfin knight stands on yon hill,
Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw
Blawing his horn loud and shrill.
And the wind has blawin my plaid awa

'If I had yon horn in my kist,
And the bonny laddie here that I luve best!

'Ye maun make me a fine Holland sark,
Without ony stitching or needle wark.

'And ye maun wash it in yonder well,
Where the dew never wat, nor the rain ever fell.

'Now sin ye've askd some things o me,
It 's right I ask as mony o thee.

'My father he askd me an acre o land,
Between the saut sea and the strand.

'And ye maun plow't wi your blawing horn,
And ye maun saw't wi pepper corn.

'When ye've dune, and finishd your wark,
Ye'll come to me, luve, and get your sark.

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