(Lonely dreamers are bound
A sweeter evil ne'er found)
A sweeter evil ne'er found)
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank
A ferlie he spied we' his e'e
And there he saw a ladye bright
Down by the Eildon Tree
Her mantle o' the velvet fyne
At ilka tett o' her horse's mane
Hung fifty siller bells and nine
True Thomas he pu'd aff his cap
And louted down on his knee
'Hail to thee Mary, Queen of Heaven!
For thy peer on earth could never be
'O no, O no, Thomas' she said
'That name does not belong to me
That am hither come to visit thee
'Harp and carp, Thomas, ' she said
'Harp and carp along we' me
And if ye dare to kiss my lips
Sure of your body I will be
Betide me weal, betide me woe
That weird shall never daunten me
Syne he has kiss'd her rosy lips
Underneath the Eildon Tree
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