“True Thomas lay on grassy bank,
And he beheld a lady gay,
A lady that was brisk and bold,
Came riding o’er the fernie brae.
“Her skirt was o’ the grass-green silk,
Her mantle o’ the velvet fine;
And on the locks o’ her horse’s mane
Hung fifty silver bells and nine.
“True Thomas he took off his cap,
And bowèd low down on his knee: