2 'It's many's the ones your friends,' she says,
'And many's the ones your fone;
My blessing be on you, dear son,' she says,
'Go fetch me the brown girl home.'
3 He dressed himself all in green,
Thorough the road he went,
And every village that he came to,
They took him to be a king.
4 Till that he came to Fair Helen's gate;
He tinkled low at the ring;
Who was so ready as Fair Helen herself
To let Lord Thomas in.
5 'You're welcome, you're welcome, Lord Thomas,' she says,
'What news have you brought to me?'
'I've come to bid you to my wedding,
And that is bad news to thee.'
6 'It's God forbid, Lord Thomas,' she said,
'That sic an a thing should be,
But I for to be the body of the bride,
And you to be the bridegroom.
7 'Come riddle me, riddle me, mother,' she says,
'Come riddle me all in one,
Whether I'll go to Lord Thomas' wedding,
Or mourn all day at home.'
8 'Many's the ones your friend,' she says,
'And many's the ones your fone;
'My blessing be on you, dear daughter,' she says,
'And mourn all day at home.'
9 'Many's the ones my friends, mother,' she says,
'And many's the ones my fae,
But I will go to Lord Thomas' wedding
Should I lose my life by the way.'
10 She dressed herself all in green,
Thorow the road she went,
And every village that she came to,
They took her for to be a queen.
11 Till that she came to Lord Thomas' gates;
She tinkled low at the ring;
Who was so ready as Lord Thomas himself
To let Fair Helen in.