Lady Isobel And The Elf Knight

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The elf-knight sits on yonder hill
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Fine flowers in the valley
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He blows his horn both loud and 
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shrill
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As the rose is blown

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He blows it East, he blows it West
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Fine flowers in the valley
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He blows it where he liketh best
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As the rose is blown

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Lady Isabel sits a-sewing
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Fine flowers in the valley
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When she heard the elf-knight's 
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horn a-blowing
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As the rose is blown

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'Would I had that horn a-blowing’
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Fine flowers in the valley
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'And yon elf-knight for to sleep 
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in my bosom’
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As the rose is blown

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Scarcely had she these words spoken
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Fine flowers in the valley
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When in at the window the 
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elf-knight's broken
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As the rose is blown

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'It's a very strange matter, fair 
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maid' said he
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Fine flowers in the valley
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'I cannot blow my horn, but you 
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call on me’
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As the rose is blown

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'But will you go to the greenwood 
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side?”
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Fine flowers in the valley
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'If you will not go, I'll cause 
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you to ride’
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As the rose is blown

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He leapt on his horse and she on 
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another
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Fine flowers in the valley
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And they rode on to the greenwood
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 together
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As the rose is blown

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'Light down, light down, Isabel' 
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said he
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Fine flowers in the valley
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'For we're come to the place where 
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you are to die’
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As the rose is blown

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'It's seven kings daughters, here
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 have I slain’
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Fine flowers in the valley
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'And you shall be the eighth of 
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them’
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As the rose is blown

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'Sit down a-while, lay your head 
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on my knee’
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Fine flowers in the valley
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'That we may rest before I die’
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As the rose is blown

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She stroked him so fast the 
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nearer he did creep
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Fine flowers in the valley
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And with a small charm, she's 
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lulled him to sleep
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As the rose is blown

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With his own sword-belt, so fast
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 she's bound him
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Fine flowers in the valley
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With his own dagger so sore she's
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 stabbed him
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As the rose is blown

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'If seven kings daughters here 
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have you slain’
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Fine flowers in the valley
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'Then lie you here, a husband to 
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them all’
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As the rose is blown