The elf-knight sits on yonder hill
Fine flowers in the valley
He blows his horn both loud and shrill
As the rose is blown
He blows it East, he blows it West
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He blows it where he liketh best
As the rose is blown
Lady Isabel sits a-sewing
Fine flowers in the valley
When she heard the elf-knight's horn a-blowing
As the rose is blown
'Would I had that horn a-blowing'
Fine flowers in the valley
'And yon elf-knight for to sleep in my bosom'
As the rose is blown
Scarcely had she these words spoken
Fine flowers in the valley
When in at the window the elf-knight's broken
As the rose is blown
'It's a very strange matter, fair maid' said he
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'I cannot blow my horn, but you call on me'
As the rose is blown
'But will you go to the greenwood side?"
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'If you will not go, I'll cause you to ride'
As the rose is blown
He leapt on his horse and she on another
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And they rode on to the greenwood together
As the rose is blown
'Light down, light down, Isabel' said he
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'For we're come to the place where you are to die'
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'It's seven kings daughters, here have I slain'
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'And you shall be the eighth of them'
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'Sit down a-while, lay your head on my knee'
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'That we may rest before I die'
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She stroked him so fast the nearer he did creep
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And with a small charm, she's lulled him to sleep
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With his own sword-belt, so fast she's bound him
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With his own dagger so sore she's stabbed him
As the rose is blown
'If seven kings daughters here have you slain'
Fine flowers in the valley
'Then lie you here, a husband to them all'
As the rose is blown
