“And if there’s blood on Richard’s hand,
A spotless hand is mine.
“And I conjure thee, demon elf,
By Him whom demons fear,
To show us whence thou art thyself,
And what thine errand here?”
XV.
BALLAD CONTINUED.
“’Tis merry, ’tis merry, in Fairyland,
“And if there’s blood on Richard’s hand,
A spotless hand is mine.
“And I conjure thee, demon elf,
By Him whom demons fear,
To show us whence thou art thyself,
And what thine errand here?”
BALLAD CONTINUED.
“’Tis merry, ’tis merry, in Fairyland,