II
Lady Isabel sits in her bower sewing,
Aye as the gowans[98] grow gay—
She heard an elf-knight his horn blawing,
The first morning in May.
III
The elfin-knight sits on yon hill,
He blaws his horn baith loud and shrill.
IV
He blaws it east, he blaws it west,
He blaws it where he lyketh best.
V
‘I wish that horn were in my kist[99],
Yea, and the knight in my arms niest[100].’
VI
She had no sooner these words said,
When that knight came to her bed.