OUTLANDISH KNIGHT



An outlandish knight from the north lands came

And he came a wooing me

He promised he'd take me unto the northern lands

And there he'd marry me



"Come fetch me some of your father's gold

And some of your mother's fee

And two of the best horses in the stable

Where there stand thirty and three"



He mounted on the milk white steed

And she on the dappled gray

And they rode till they came to the salt water side

An hour before the day



"Light off, light off your steed," he said

"And deliver it unto me

For six pretty maidens I have drowned here

And you the seventh shall be



"Take of, take off your Holland smock

And deliver it unto me

For it is too fine and too rich a gear

To rot with you under the sea"



"If I must take off my Holland smock

Then a turn your face from me

For it is not fitting that such a ruffian

A naked lady should see"



So he's turned his face away from her

To view the leaves so green

And she's catched him by the middle so small

And she's tumbled him into the stream



Well he swam high and he swam low

Till he came unto the side

"Fetch hold of my hand you pretty fair maid

And I will make you my bride"



"Lie there, lie there you false hearted man

Lie there instead of me

For if six pretty maidens you have drowned there

The seventh one hath drowned thee"



She's mounted on the milk white steed

And she's led the dappled gray

And she's rode till she came to her own father's hall

An hour before the day



The parrot being up in the window so high

And hearing the lady did say

"I'm afraid some ruffian has led you astray

That you've tarried so long away"



"Don't prittle, don't prattle, my Pretty Polly

Nor tell any tales on me

And your cage shall be made of the finest beaten gold

And the doors of the best ivory"



The king being sat in the window so high

And hearing the parrot did say

"What makes you cry out my Pretty Polly

So long before the day"



"It's no laughing matter," the parrot, he said

"That makes me cry out to thee

For the cat he climbed in the window so high

And I feared he would harm me"



"Well done, well done, my Pretty Polly

You have tuned your notes well to me

Now your cage shall be made of the finest beaten gold

And the doors of the best ivory"



@ballad @courtship @murder @animal

also see ELFKNGHT, WILLWTRE

Child #4

recorded by Frankie Armstrong on The Music Plays So Grand

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