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Part First	A
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Ancient	B
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True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank	C
A ferlie he spied wi' his ee	D
And there he saw a lady bright	E
Come riding down by the Eildon Tree	D
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Her skirt was o the grass green silk	F
Her mantle o the velvet fyne	G
At ilka tett of her horse's mane	G
Hang fifty siller bells and nine	G
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True Thomas he pulld aff his cap	H
And louted low down to his knee	G
'All hail thou mighty Queen of Heaven	G
For thy peer on earth I never did see '	-
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'O no O no Thomas ' she said	I
'That name does not belang to me	G
I am but the queen of fair Elfland	I
That am hither come to visit thee	G
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'Harp and carp Thomas ' she said	I
'Harp and carp along wi' me	G
And if ye dare to kiss my lips	J
Sure of your bodie I will be '	-
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'Betide me weal betide me woe	K
That weird sall never daunton me	G
Syne he has kissed her rosy lips	J
All underneath the Eildon Tree	G
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'Now ye maun go wi me ' she said	I
'True Thomas ye maun go wi me	G
And ye maun serve me seven years	L
Thro weal or woe as may chance to be '	-
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She mounted on her milk white steed	I
She's taen True Thomas up behind	I
And aye wheneer her bride rung	M
The steed flew swifter than the wind	I
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O they rade on and farther on	G
The steed gaed swifter than the wind	I
Until they reached a desart wide	I
And living land was left behind	I
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'Light down light down now True Thomas	N
And lean your head upon my knee	G
Abide and rest a little space	O
And I will shew you ferlies three	G
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'O see ye not yon narrow road	I
So thick beset with thorns and briers	O
That is the path of righteousness	O
Tho after it but few enquires	O
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'And see ye not that braid braid road	I
That lies across that lily leven	G
That is the path of wickedness	O
Tho some call it the road to heaven	G
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'And see not ye that bonny road	I
That winds about the fernie brae	P
That is the road to fair Elfland	I
Where thou and I this night maun gae	Q
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'But Thomas ye maun hold your tongue	M
Whatever ye may hear or see	O
For if you speak word in Elflyn land	I
Ye'll neer get back to your ain countrie '	-
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O they rade on and farther on	G
And they waded thro rivers aboon the knee	O
And they saw neither sun nor moon	G
But they heard the roaring of the sea	O
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It was mirk mirk night and there was nae stern light	I
And they waded thro red blude to the knee	O
For a' the blude that's shed an earth	R
Rins thro the springs o that countrie	P
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Syne they came on to a garden green	G
And she pu'd an apple frae a tree	P
'Take this for thy wages True Thomas	O
It will give the tongue that can never lie '	-
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'My tongue is mine ain ' True Thomas said	I
'A gudely gift ye wad gie me	P
I neither dought to buy nor sell	S
At fair or tryst where I may be	P
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'I dought neither speak to prince or peer	P
Nor ask of grace from fair ladye '	-
'Now hold thy peace ' the lady said	I
'For as I say so must it be '	-
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He has gotten a coat of the even cloth	T
And a pair of shoes of velvet green	G
And till seven years were gane and past	I
True Thomas on earth was never seen	G
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Part Second	I
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When seven years were come and gane	G
The sun blink'd fair on pool and stream	U
And Thomas lay on Huntlie bank	C
Like one awaken'd from a dream	U
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He heard the trampling of a steed	I
He saw the flash of armour flee	P
And he beheld a gallant knight	I
Come riding down by the Eildon Tree	P
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He was a stalwart knight and strong	V
Of giant make he 'pear'd to be	P
He stirr'd his horse as he were wode	I
Wi' gilded spurs of faushion free	P
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Says 'Well met well met true Thomas	O
Some uncouth ferlies show to me '	-
Says 'Christ thee save Corspatrick brave	W
Thrice welcome good Dunbar to me	P
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'Light down light down Corspatrick brave	W
And I will show thee curses three	P
Shall gar fair Scotland greet and grane	G
And change the green to the black livery	P
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'A storm shall roar this very hour	P
From Ross's hills to Solway sea '	-
'Ye lied ye lied ye warlock hoar	P
For the sun shines sweet on fauld and lee '	-
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He put his hand on the Earlie's head	I
He show'd him a rock beside the sea	P
Where a king lay stiff beneath his steed	I
And steel dight nobles wiped their ee	P
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'The neist curse lights on Branxton hills	O
By Flodden's high and heathery side	I
Shall wave a banner red as blude	I
And chieftains throng wi' meikle pride	I
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'A Scottish King shall come full keen	G
The ruddy lion beareth he	P
A feather'd arrow sharp I ween	G
Shall make him wink and warre to see	P
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'When he is bloody and all to bledde	I
Thus to his men he still shall say	P
'For God's sake turn ye back again	G
And give yon southern folk a fray	P
Why should I lose the right is mine	G
My doom is not to die this day '	-
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'Yet turn ye to the eastern hand	I
And woe and wonder ye sall see	P
How forty thousand spearmen stand	I
Where yon rank river meets the sea	P
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'There shall the lion lose the gylte	I
And the libbards bear it clean away	P
At Pinkyn Cleuch there shall be spilt	I
Much gentil bluid that day '	-
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'Enough enough of curse and ban	G
Some blessings show thou now to me	P
Or by the faith o' my bodie ' Corspatrick said	I
'Ye shall rue the day ye e'er saw me '	-
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'The first of blessings I shall thee show	K
Is by a burn that's call'd of bread	I
Where Saxon men shall tine the bow	X
And find their arrows lack the head	I
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'Beside that brigg out ower that burn	G
Where the water bickereth bright and sheen	G
Shall many a fallen courser spurn	G
And knights shall die in battle keen	G
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'Beside a headless cross of stone	G
The libbards there shall lose the gree	P
The raven shall come the erne shall go	K
And drink the Saxon bluid sae free	P
The cross of stone they shall not know	K
So thick the corses there shall be '	-
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'But tell me now ' said brave Dunbar	P
'True Thomas tell now unto me	P
What man shall rule the isle of Britain	G
Even from the north to the southern sea '	-
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'A French Queen shall bear the son	G
Shall rule all Britain to the sea	P
He of the Bruce's blood shall come	Y
As near as in the ninth degree	P
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'The waters worship shall his race	O
Likewise the waves of the farthest sea	P
For they shall ride over ocean wide	I
With hempen bridles and horse of tree '	-
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Part Third	I
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When seven years more were come and gone	G
Was war through Scotland spread	I
And Ruberslaw show'd high Dunyon	G
His beacon blazing red	I
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Then all by bonny Coldingknow	G
Pitch'd palliouns took their room	Z
And crested helms and spears a rowe	K
Glanced gaily through the broom	Z
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The Leader rolling to the Tweed	I
Resounds the ensenzie	P
They roused the deer from Caddenhead	I
To distant Torwoodlee	P
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The feast was spread in Ercildoune	G
In Learmont's high and ancient hall	P
And there were knights of great renown	G
And ladies laced in pall	P
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Nor lacked they while they sat at dine	G
The music nor the tale	P
Nor goblets of the blood red wine	G
Nor mantling quaighs of ale	P
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True Thomas rose with harp in hand	I
When as the feast was done	G
In minstrel strife in Fairy Land	I
The elfin harp he won	G
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Hush'd were the throng both limb and tongue	M
And harpers for envy pale	P
And arm'd lords lean'd on their swords	P
And hearken'd to the tale	P
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In numbers high the witching tale	P
The prophet pour'd along	V
No after bard might e'er avail	P
Those numbers to prolong	V
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Yet fragments of the lofty strain	G
Float down the tide of years	P
As buoyant on the stormy main	G
A parted wreck appears	P
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He sung King Arthur's Table Round	I
The Warrior of the Lake	A2
How courteous Gawaine met the wound	I
And bled for ladies' sake	A2
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But chief in gentle Tristrem's praise	P
The notes melodious swell	P
Was none excell'd in Arthur's days	P
The knight of Lionelle	P
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For Marke his cowardly uncle's right	I
A venom'd wound he bore	P
When fierce Morholde he slew in fight	I
Upon the Irish shore	P
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No art the poison might withstand	I
No medicine could be found	I
Till lovely Isolde's lily hand	I
Had probed the rankling wound	I
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With gentle hand and soothing t	I