The Elfin knight sits on yon hill,
Ba, ba, ba, lillie ba.
He blaws his horn baith loud and shrill.
The wind hath blawn my plaid awa.
He blaws it east, he blaws it west,
He blaws it where he liketh best.
5 "I wish that horn were in my kist,
Yea, and the knight in my arms niest."
She had no sooner these words said,
Than the knight came to her bed.
"Thou art o'er young a maid," quoth he,
10 "Married with me, that thou would'st be."
"I have a sister, younger than I,
And she was married yesterday."
"Married with me if thou would'st be,
A curtisie thou must do to me.
15 "It's ye maun mak a sark to me,
Without any cut or seam," quoth he;
"And ye maun shape it, knife-, sheerless,
And also sew it needle-, threedless."
"If that piece of courtisie I do to thee,
20 Another thou must do to me.