Motherwell's Manuscript, p. 492.
| 1 |
The Elfin Knight sits on yon hill,
Ba ba lilly ba
Blowing his horn loud and shill.
And the wind has blawn my plaid awa |
| 2 |
'I love to hear that horn blaw;
Ba ba lilly ba
I wish him [here] owns it and a'.'
And the wind has blawn my plaid awa |
| 3 |
That word it was no sooner spoken,
Ba ba lilly ba
Than Elfin Knight in her arms was gotten.
And the wind has blawn my plaid awa |
| 4 |
'You must mak to me a sark,
Ba ba lilly ba
Without threed, sheers or needle wark.'
And the wind has blawn my plaid awa |
