An outlandish knight came from the north lands He courted a lady fair He said he would take her to those northern lands And there he would marry her Go fetch some of your fathers gold And some of your mothers fee And two of the horses from out of the stables Where there stands thirty and three She’s mounted on the lilly white steed And he the dapple gray They’ve rode til they come unto the sea side Three hours before it was day Lights off Lights off, your lily white steed Deliver it unto me Six pretty maidens have I drowned here And the seventh will surely be thee Take off take off Your silken gowns Deliver them unto me For I do feel that they are too fine To rot in the sun salt sea. If I take off my silken gowns And turn your back on me For it is not fitting that such a cruel world A naked woman should see And cut away the brambles so sharp The brambles from of the brim For I do feel that they’ll tangle my hair And scratch my tender skin So he’s turned his back all on the fair maid And leant down over the brim She’s taken him by his slander waist and tumbled him into the stream Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man, Lie there instead of me, For six pretty maidens have you drowned here The seventh hath drown-ed thee.
An outlandish knight came from the north lands He courted a lady fair He said he would take her to those northern lands And there he would marry her Go fetch some of your fathers gold And some of your mothers fee And two of the horses from out of the stables Where there stands thirty and three She’s mounted on the lilly white steed And he the dapple gray They’ve rode til they come unto the sea side Three hours before it was day Lights off Lights off, your lily white steed Deliver it unto me Six pretty maidens have I drowned here And the seventh will surely be thee Take off take off Your silken gowns Deliver them unto me For I do feel that they are too fine To rot in the sun salt sea. If I take off my silken gowns And turn your back on me For it is not fitting that such a cruel world A naked woman should see And cut away the brambles so sharp The brambles from of the brim For I do feel that they’ll tangle my hair And scratch my tender skin So he’s turned his back all on the fair maid And leant down over the brim She’s taken him by his slander waist and tumbled him into the stream Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man, Lie there instead of me, For six pretty maidens have you drowned here The seventh hath drown-ed thee.
