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LADY ISOBEL AND THE ELF KNIGHT Capo 2
The Eelf-knight Gsits on Dyonder Ahill EFine Gflowers in the DvalAley He Eblows his Ghorn both Dloud and sAhrill EAs the Grose is DbloAwn
He Eblows it GEast, he Dblows it AWest EFine Gflowers in the DvalAley He Eblows it Gwhere he Dliketh Abest EAs the Grose is DbloAwn
ALady ICsabel Gsits a-Dsewing AFine Cflowers in the vGallDey When she hAeard the Celf-knight's Ghorn a-Dblowing AAs the Crose is GbloDwn
'AWould I Chad that Ghorn a-Dblowing’ AFine Cflowers in the vGallDey 'And yAon elf-Cknight for to Gsleep in my Dbosom’ AAs the Crose is GbloDwn
AScarcely had Cshe these Gwords Dspoken AFine Cflowers in the vGallDey When Ain at the Cwindow the Gelf-knight's Dbroken AAs the Crose is GbloDwn
'It's a Every strange Gmatter, fair Dmaid' said Ahe EFine Gflowers in the vDallAey 'I Ecannot blow my Ghorn, but yDou call on Ame’ EAs the Grose is DbloAwn
'But Ewill you go Gto the Dgreenwood Aside?” EFine Gflowers in the vDallAey 'If Eyou will not Ggo, I'll Dcause you to rAide’ EAs the Grose is DbloAwn
He lAeapt on his Chorse and Gshe on Danother AFine Cflowers in the vGallDey And they Arode on Cto the greenGwood togDether AAs the Crose is GbloDwn
'Light Adown, light Cdown, GIsabel' said Dhe AFine Cflowers in the vGallDey 'For we're cAome to the Cplace where Gyou are to Ddie’ AAs the Crose is GbloDwn
'It's Aseven kings Cdaughters, Ghere have I Dslain’ AFine Cflowers in the GvalDley 'And Ayou shall Cbe the Geighth of Dthem’ AAs the Crose is GbloDwn
'Sit Edown a-Gwhile, lay your Dhead on my Aknee’ EFine Gflowers in the vDallAey 'That Ewe may Grest Dbefore I Adie’ EAs the Grose is DbloAwn
She Estroked him so Gfast the Dnearer he did Acreep EFine Gflowers in the DvalAley And Ewith a small Gcharm, she's Dlulled him to Asleep EAs the Grose is DbloAwn
AWith his own Csword-belt, so Gfast she's bound Dhim AFine Cflowers in the vGallDey With Ahis own Cdagger so Gsore she's stabbed Dhim AAs the Crose is GbloDwn
'If Aseven kings Cdaughters here Ghave you Dslain’ AFine Cflowers in the vGallDey 'Then Alie you Chere, a Ghusband to them Dall’ AAs the Crose is GbloDwn