...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 pu'd aff his cap, And louted low down on his knee:...

...And there he saw a lady bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her skirt 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 pulld aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee...

...riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her skirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle of the velvet fine ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas he pu'd aff his cap And louted low down to his knee : ' All hail, thou mighty Queen of...

...there he saw a ladye bright Come riding down by the Eildontree. Her shirt was o' the grass green s:lk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas he pull'd aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee, 'All hail, thou mighty Queen of...

...And there he saw a lady 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...her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he pulled aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee, 'All hail, thou mighty Queen of...

...riding down by the Eildon 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. True Thomas he pu'd aff his cap And louted low down to his knee : ' All hail, thou mighty Queen of...

...Thomas the Rhymer rode with, " ' 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. . . . " ' Oh, they rade on and they rade on — ' " Stephen Trabue had quitted his seat and was walking...

...And there he saw a lady bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her skirt 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. 'Harp and carp, Thomas,' she said, 'Harp and carp along wi' me, And...

...And there he saw a lady bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her skirt 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 pulld aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee:...