The Romance and Prophecies of Thomas of Erceldoune: Printed from Five Manuscripts; with Illustrations from the Prophetic Literature of the 15th and 16th Centuries (Google eBook)

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Early English Text Society, 1875 - Prophecies - 63 pages
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Page liv - Now, ye maun go wi' me," she said ; " True Thomas, ye maun go wi' me ; And ye maun serve me seven years, Thro' weal or woe as may chance to be.
Page lv - And see not ye that bonny road, That winds about the fernie brae? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where thou and I this night maun gae. " But, Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue, Whatever ye may hear or see ; For, if you speak word in Elflyn land, Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain countrie.
Page liv - O no, O no, Thomas,' she said, 'That name does not belang to me; I am but the queen of fair Elfland, That am hither come to visit thee. 1 See Note 35. 'Harp and carp, Thomas...
Page lv - O see ye not yon narrow road, So thick beset with thorns and briers ? That is the path of righteousness, Though after it but few enquires. " And see ye not that braid, braid road, That lies across that lily leven ? That is the path of wickedness, Though some call it the road to Heaven.
Page liii - TRUE THOMAS lay on Huntlie bank ; A ferlie he spied wi' his ee ; And 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, Hung fifty siller bells and nine.
Page lv - For a' the blude that's shed on earth Rins through the springs o' that countrie. Syne they came on to a garden green, And she pu'd an apple frae a tree * ' Take this for thy wages, true Thomas ; It will give thee the tongue that can never lie.' 'My tongue is mine ain,' true Thomas said; 'A gudely gift ye wad gie to me!
Page lv - He has gotten a coat of the even cloth, And a pair of shoes of velvet green ; And till seven years were gane and past, True Thomas on earth was never seen.
Page liv - But ye maun go wi me now, Thomas, True Thomas, ye maun go wi me, For ye maun serve me seven years, Thro weel or wae as may chance to be.
Page liv - O no, O no, True Thomas,' she says, ' That fruit maun not be touched by thee, For a' the plagues that are in hell Light on the fruit of this countrie.
Page liv - Light down, light down, now, true Thomas, And lean your head upon my knee, Abide and rest a little space, And I will show you ferlies three. 'O see ye not yon narrow road. So thick beset with thorns and briers?

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