Thomas the Rhymer Steeleye Span

True Thomas sat on Huntley bank
And he beheld a lady gay
A lady that was brisk and bold
Come riding o'er the ferny brae

Her skirt was of the grass green silk
Her mantle of the velvet fine
At every lock of her horse's mane
Hung fifty silver bells and nine

True Thomas, he pulled off his cap
And bowed him low down to his knee
"All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven
Your like on earth I ne'er did see"

"No, no Thomas" she said
"That name does not belong to me
I am the queen of fair Elfland
And I have come to visit thee"

"You must go with me Thomas" she said
"True Thomas you must go with me
And must serve me seven years
Through well or woe, as chance may be"

Harp and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Harp and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Harp and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Harp and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer