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Part First	A
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Ancient	B
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	G
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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	G
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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	G
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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	P
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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	Q
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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	T
Now hold thy peace the lady said	I
For as I say so must it be	P
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He has gotten a coat of the even cloth	U
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	V
And Thomas lay on Huntlie bank	C
Like one awaken'd from a dream	V
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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	W
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	P
Says Christ thee save Corspatrick brave	X
Thrice welcome good Dunbar to me	P
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Light down light down Corspatrick brave	X
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	P
Ye lied ye lied ye warlock hoar	P
For the sun shines sweet on fauld and lee	P
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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 '	-
	-
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
	-
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	P
	-
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	P
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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	Y
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	P
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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	P
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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	Z
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	P
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Part Third	I
	-
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	A2
And crested helms and spears a rowe	K
Glanced gaily through the broom	A2
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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
	-
In numbers high the witching tale	P
The prophet pour'd along	W
No after bard might e'er avail	P
Those numbers to prolong	W
	-
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
	-
He sung King Arthur's Table Round	I
The Warrior of the Lake	B2
How courteous Gawaine met the wound	I
And bled for ladies' sake	B2
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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
	-
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 tongue	M
She bore the leech's part	I
And while she o'er his sick bed hung	M
He paid her with his heart	I
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O fatal was the gift I ween	G
For doom'd in evil tide	I
The maid must be rude Cornwall's queen	G
His cowardly uncle's bride	I
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Their loves their woes the gifted bard	I
In fairy tissue wove	C2
Where lords and knights and ladies bright	I
In gay confusion strove	C2
	-
The Garde Joyeuse amid the tale	P
High rear'd its glittering head	I
And Avalon's enchanted vale	P
In all its wonders spread	I
	-
Brangwain was there and Segramore	P
And fiend born Merlin's gramarye	T
Of that famed wizard's mighty lore	P
O who could sing but he	P
	-
Through many a maze the winning song	W
In changeful passion led	I
Till bent at length the listening throng	W
O'er Tristrem's dying bed	I
	-
His ancient wounds their scars expand	I
With agony his heart is wrung	M
O where is Isolde's lilye hand	I
And where her soothing tongue	M
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She comes she comes like flash of flame	D2
Can lovers' footsteps fly	P
She comes she comes she only came	D2
To see her Tristrem die	P
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She saw him die her latest sigh	P
Join'd in a kiss his parting breath	E2
The gentlest pair that Britain bare	P
United are in death	E2
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There paused the harp its lingering sound	I
Died slowly on the ear	P
The silent guests still bent around	I
For still they seem'd to hear	P
	-
Then woe broke forth in murmurs weak	F2
Nor ladies heaved alone the sigh	P
But half ashamed the rugged cheek	F2
Did many a gauntlet dry	P
	-
On Leader's stream and Learmont's tower	P
The mists of evening close	P
In camp in castle or in bower	P
Each warrior sought repose	P
	-
Lord Douglas in his lofty tent	I
Dreamed o'er the woeful tale	P
When footsteps light across the bent	I
The warrior's ears assail	P
	-
He starts he wakes What Richard ho	K
Arise my page arise	P
What venturous wight at dead of night	I
Dare step where Douglas lies	P
	-
Then forth they rush'd by Leader's tide	I
A selcouth sight they see	P
A hart and hind pace side by side	I
As white as snow on Fairnalie	P
	-
Beneath the moon with gesture proud	I
They stately move and slow	P
Nor scare they at gathering crowd	I
Who marvel as they go	P
	-
To Learmont's tower a message sped	I
As fast as page might run	G
And Thomas startled from his bed	I
And soon his clothes did on	G
	-
First he woxe pale and then woxe red	I
Never a word he spake but three	P
My sand is run my thread is spun	G
This sign regardeth me	P
	-
The elfin harp his neck around	I
In minstrel guise he hung	M
And on the wind in doleful sound	I
Its dying accents rung	M
	-
Then forth he went yet turn'd him oft	I
To view his ancient hall	P
On the grey tower in lustre soft	I
The autumn moonbeams fall	P
	-
And Leader's waves like silver sheen	G
Danced shimmering in the ray	P
In deepening mass at distance seen	G
Broad Soltra's mountains lay	P
	-
Farewell my fathers' ancient tower	P
A long farewell said he	P
The scene of pleasure pomp or power	P
Thou never more shalt be	P
	-
To Learmont's name no foot of earth	R
Shall here again belong	W
And on thy hospitable hearth	G2
The hare shall leave her young	M
	-
Adieu adieu again he cried	I
All as he turn'd him roun'	G
Farewell to Leader's silver tide	I
Farewell to Ercildoune	G
	-
The hart and hind approach'd the place	P
As lingering yet he stood	I
And there before Lord Douglas' face	P
With them he cross'd the flood	I
	-
Lord Douglas leap'd on his berry brown steed	I
And spurr'd him the Leader o'er	P
But though he rode with lightning speed	I
He never saw them more	P
	-
Soem said to hill and some to glen	G
Their wondrous course had been	G
But ne'er in haunts of living men	G
Again was Thomas seen	G