...he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he pulled aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee,—...

...he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he pull'd aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee,...

...there he saw a ladyc bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her skirt was o' the grassgreen silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he pulled aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee,...

...he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he pulled aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee,—...

...riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; True Thomas, he pull'd aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee, " All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heav'n ! " For thy peer on earth I never did see.'' " O no, O no,...

...supposed communication with Thomas the Rhymer, lived for many years in very good credit as a wizard. True Thomas, he pull'd aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee, " All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heav'n ! " For thy peer on earth I never did see/ " O no, O no, Thomas,"...

...he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller bells and »1ne. True Thomas, he pull'd aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee,...

...saw a ladye bright, Come riding dowu by the Eildon Тгел Her shirt was o' the prass-creeo silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne; At ilka tett of her horse's mane. Hang fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas be pulled aff his cip, And touted low down to his koee,—...

...before him, " such as youthful poets fancy when they dream," Her shirt was o' the gress-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane Hang fifty silver bells and nine ; in short, the Queen of the Fairies. Having the hardihood to kiss...

...he saw a ladye bright, Come ridiny down by the Eildon Tree. Her shirt was o' llic grass-green wlk, Her mantle o* the velvet fyne,' At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller hells and nine. True Thomas he pulled aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee,—...