The elfknight 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 Fine flowers in the valley He blows it where he liketh best As the rose is blown Lady Isabel sits asewing Fine flowers in the valley When she heard the elfknights horn ablowing As the rose is blown Would I had that horn ablowing Fine flowers in the valley And yon elfknight 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 elfknights broken As the rose is blown Its a very strange matter, fair maid said he Fine flowers in the valley I cannot blow my horn, but you call on me As the rose is blown But will you go to the greenwood side? Fine flowers in the valley If you will not go, Ill cause you to ride As the rose is blown He leapt on his horse and she on another Fine flowers in the valley And they rode on to the greenwood together As the rose is blown Light down, light down, Isabel said he Fine flowers in the valley For were come to the place where you are to die As the rose is blown Its seven kings daughters, here have I slain Fine flowers in the valley And you shall be the eighth of them As the rose is blown Sit down awhile, lay your head on my knee Fine flowers in the valley That we may rest before I die As the rose is blown She stroked him so fast the nearer he did creep Fine flowers in the valley And with a small charm, shes lulled him to sleep As the rose is blown With his own swordbelt, so fast shes bound him Fine flowers in the valley With his own dagger so sore shes 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
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