D
Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 296.
1
The Elfin knight stands on yon hill,
Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw
Blawing his horn loud and shrill.
And the wind has blawin my plaid awa
2
'If I had yon horn in my kist,
And the bonny laddie here that I luve best!
3
'I hae a sister eleven years auld,
And she to the young men's bed has made bauld.
4
'And I mysell am only nine,
And oh! sae fain, luve, as I woud be thine.'
5
'Ye maun make me a fine Holland sark,
Without ony stitching or needle wark.
6
'And ye maun wash it in yonder well,
Where the dew never wat, nor the rain ever fell.
7
'And ye maun dry it upon a thorn
That never budded sin Adam was born.'
8
'Now sin ye've askd some things o me,
It's right I ask as mony o thee.