| True Thomas sat on Huntley bank
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| And he beheld a lady gay
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| A lady that was brisk and bold
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| Come riding o’er the ferny brae
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| Her skirt was of the grass green silk
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| Her mantle of the velvet fine
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| At every lock of her horse’s mane
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| Hung fifty silver bells and nine
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| True Thomas, he pulled off his cap
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| And bowed him low down to his knee
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| `All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven
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| Your like on earth I ne’er did see.'
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| `No, no Thomas she said
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| That name does not belong to me
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| I am the queen of fair Elfland
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| And I have come to visit thee.'
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| `You must go with me Thomas she said
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| True Thomas you must go with me
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| And must serve me seven years
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| Through well or woe, as chance may be.'
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| Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
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| Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
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| Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
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| Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
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| She turned about her milk white steed
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| And took Thomas up behind
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| And aye whenever her bridle rang
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| Her steed flew swifter than the wind
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| For forty days and forty nights
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| They rode through red blood to the knee
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| And they saw neither sun nor moon
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| But heard the roaring of the sea
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| And they rode on and further on
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| Further and swifter than the wind
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| Until they came to a desert wide
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| And living land was left behind
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| `Don't you see yon narrow, narrow road
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| So thick beset with thorns and briars?
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| That is the road to righteousness
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| Though after it but few enquire.'
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| `Don't you see yon broad, broad road
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| That lies across the lily leaven?
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| That is the road to wickedness
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| Though some call it the road to heaven.'
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| `Don't you see yon bonnie, bonnie road
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| That lies across the ferny brae?
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| That is the road to fair Elfland
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| Where you and I this night must go.' |