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The Elfin Knight stands on yon hill,

Blow, blow, blow winds, blow

Blowing horn so loud and shrill,

And the wind has blown black plaid awa’

I blow it East, and blow it West,

Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw

I blow it where I liketh best,

And the wind has blawin my plaid awa

O Lady, I heard you called me

And now I’m taking you with me.

I'll make you free, baby, if you wouldst be,

But a courtesy you must do to me.

You must make me a white cambrick sark

Out of sails of ships gone overseas,

Without thread and knife, without needle-work

With only northern waves and southern breeze.

Pretty lady, you'll know this!

I’m on my way!

Pretty lady, you'll know this!

On the first night of May!

You must wash it, baby, in yonder well,

Where never a drop of rain or morning dew fell.

And dry it at night on yonder ancient thorn,

Where leaves ne’er grew since the first sunrise was born.

And when all these tasks are finished and done

I'll give you freedom under the evening sun.

But if thou can't handle it before the sunset's haze

You will be mine until the end of your days!

Pretty lady, you'll know this!

I’m on my way!

Pretty lady, you'll need this!