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Lisa Theriot - Lady Isabel And The Elf-Knight songtekst
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Lady Isabel and the Elf-Knight appears in many variants but the main theme is that the knight of the title woos the lady with music (i.e. blows a magic horn, or in some variations sings a magic song), or abducts her, and carries her off to a deep wood or seaside, where he tells her that he has killed seven (or more) other women and plans to do the same to her. In many European versions it is made explicit that he proposes to “dishonour” her as well. She, however, distracts him by one of a number of means and then contrives to kill him in her stead.
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Lady Isabel sat at her window sewing Aye as the gowans grow gay When she heard an elf-knight on his branc horn a-blowing On the first morning in May "Oh, I wish that that horn that I hear blow so clearly," Aye as the gowans grow gay "And yonder elf-knight for to love me so dearly." On the first morning in May Well, this maiden had scarcely the fatal words spoken Aye as the gowans grow gay When in her window the elf-knight has broken On the first morning in May "Hey, here's a strange matter, fair maiden," said he Aye as the gowans grow gay "I cannot blow horn but you call out to me." On the first morning in May "But will you come doon on to yon greenwood side?" Aye as the gowans grow gay "Come tak a fair horse and together we'll ride." On the first morning in May And he's left on a horse and she on another Aye as the gowans grow gay And they have gone doon to the greenwood together On the first morning in May "Lie down you, lie down you, fair maiden," says he Aye as the gowans grow gay "We are come to the place where ye are to die." On the first morning in May "Hae mercy, hae mercy, Sir Elf-Knight, on me." Aye as the gowans grow gay "Til aince more my father and mother I see." On the first morning in May "Well, seven kings daughters here have I slain." Aye as the gowans grow gay "And you'll be the eighth, will forever remain." On the first morning in May "Come, sit doon a while, rest your head on my knee." Aye as the gowans grow gay "Let we make our rest here before that I die." On the first morning in May And she's stroked his dark head and she's whispered so sweet Aye as the gowans grow gay That the elf-knight was soon lulléd fast, fast asleep On the first morning in May And she's ta'en his ain sword-belt and bound him aroond Aye as the gowans grow gay And with his own dirk struck the fiend his death wound On the first morning in May "Well, if seven kings daughters were slain here by ye," Aye as the gowans grow gay "Then lie here and keep them all good company." On the first morning in May On the first morning in May On the first morning in May