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Lyrics for Lady Isobel And The Elf Knight by Unknown:
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| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Lady Isobel And The Elf Knight | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 151 | | | | Lyrics: | LADY ISOBEL AND THE ELF KNIGHT
It's of a false knight from the North
Who came
a-courting me
He promised he'd take me unto the North land
And there his bride would
be
Go fetch me some of your father's gold
And some of your mother's fee
And two
of the finest horses they have in the stable
For they have ten and thirty and
three
So she fetched some of her father's gold
And some of her mother's fee
And
two of the finest horses they had in the stable
For they had ten and thirty and
three
Then she got up on the noble brown
And he on the dappled gray
And they
rode till they came to a broad waterside
Two long hours before it was day
Lie down,
lie down, my Pretty Polly
Lie down, lie down, said he
For it's six king's daughters I have
drowned here
And it's you the seventh will be
Now strip yourself, my Pretty
Polly
Now strip yourself, said he
For your clothing's too rich and ever-costly
For to
rot in the salt of the sea
Well turn your back to the leaves on the tree
And face
the salt water sea
For it's not very right such a false-hearted youth
A naked woman should
see
So he turned his back to the leaves on the tree
And faced the salt-water
sea
And with all the strength pretty Polly she had
She pushed him into the
sea
Oh help me, oh help me, my pretty Polly
Oh help me, oh help me, cried
he
And I shall become your waiting man
I shall wait on you night and day
Oh no,
oh no, you false-hearted youth
Oh no, that never can be
If it's six king's daughters
you've drowned here
You can rule o'er your company
Then she got up on the noble
brown
And led the dappled gray
And she rode till she came to her father's hall
Two
long hours before it was day
Then up bespoke her poll parrot
All from its cage so
gay
Why do you travel, my pretty Polly
So long before it is day
Then up bespoke
her old father
All from his room so grey
Why do you chatter, my poll parrot
So long
before it is day
The cat was up and about my cage
And I could not get away
So I
called unto Miss Pretty Polly
For to drive the cat away
Well turned, well turned, my
poll parrot
Well turned, well turned, cried she
For your cage I will make of the finest
gold
And your door, fine ivory
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Sung by Joe Hickerson on "Drive
Dull Care Away, II". Hickerson
got it from Carl Sandburg, who got it from Robert Gordon, who
get
it from Mrs. O. Mobley.
Child #4
@ballad @murder @animal
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