‘All hail thou, mighty Queen of Heaven
For thy peer on earth could never be.’
“‘Oh no, oh no, True Thomas,’ she said,
‘That name does not belong to me;
I am but the queen of fair Elfland,
That am hither come to visit thee.
“‘Now, ye must go with me,’ she said;
‘True Thomas, ye must go with me;
And ye must serve me seven years,
Through weal or woe as chance may be.’