Hang fifty siller bells and nine.
True Thomas he pull’d aff his cap,
And louted low down to his knee;
“All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven!
For thy peer on earth I never did see.”—
“O no, O no, Thomas,” she said,
“That name does not belang to me;
I am but the Queen of fair elfland,
That am hither come to visit thee.”
“Harp and carp, Thomas,” she said;