...there he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he pull'd aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee,...

...there he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he pulled aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee,—...

...And there he saw a ladyc bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her skirt was o' the grassgreen silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he pulled aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee,...

...there he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he pulled aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee,—...

...there he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller bells and »1ne. True Thomas, he pull'd aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee,...

...appeared before him, " such as youthful poets fancy when they dream," Her shirt was o' the gress-green silk, Her mantle o" the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane Hang fifty silver bells and nine ; in short, the Queen of the Fairies. Having the hardihood to kiss...

...there he saw a ladye bright, Come riding dowu by the Eildon Тгел Her shirt was o' the prass-creeo silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne; At ilka tett of her horse's mane. Hang fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas be pulled aff his cip, And touted low down to his koee,—...

...he saw a ladye bright, Come ridiny down by the Eildon Tree. Her shirt was o' llic grass-green wlk, Her mantle o* the velvet fyne,' At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller hells and nine. True Thomas he pulled aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee,—...

...bank, ori the slope of the Eildons, Thomas spied a " ladye bright Her skirt was o' the gtass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett...her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine." Thomas hailed her as the Queen of Heaven — a title which she disclaimed; but announced herself as...

...riding down by the Eilden Tree. Her skirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fine, At] ilka tett of her horse's mane Hung fifty siller bells and nine." ^ Here Scott repeated several of the stanzas, and recounted the circumstances of Thomas the Rhymer's...