The Elfin Knight - Jean Luc Lenoir

THE Elfin knight stands on yon hill,

Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw

Blawing his horn loud and shrill.

And the wind has blawin my plaid awa

'If I had yon horn in my kist,

Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw

And the bonny laddie here that I luve best!

And the wind has blawin my plaid awa

'Ye maun make me a fine Holland sark,

Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw

Without ony stitching or needle wark.

And the wind has blawin my plaid awa

'And ye maun wash it in yonder well,

Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw

Where the dew never wat, nor the rain ever fell.

And the wind has blawin my plaid awa

'Now sin ye’ve askd some things o me,

Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw

It 's right I ask as mony o thee.

And the wind has blawin my plaid awa

'My father he askd me an acre o land,

Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw

Between the saut sea and the strand.

And the wind has blawin my plaid awa

'And ye maun plow 't wi your blawing horn,

Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw

And ye maun saw 't wi pepper corn.

And the wind has blawin my plaid awa

'When ye’ve dune, and finishd your wark,

Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw

Ye’ll come to me, luve, and get your sark.'

And the wind has blawin my plaid awa