Her mantle o' the velvet fine;
At ilka tett of her horse's mane,
Hung fifty silver bells and nine.
True Thomas, he took off his hat,
And bowed him low down till his knee:
"All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven!
For your peer on earth I never did see."
"O no, O no, True Thomas," she says,
"That name does not belong to me;
I am but the Queen of fair Elfland,