Songs and Lyrics

Version 1

%abc-2.1

X:1
T:The Outlandish Knight
C:Trad
M:6/8
L:1/4
Q:1/4=100
K:F
d/2 | A/2 A/2 =B/2 c E/2 | (G/2 F/2) E/2 D G/2 | 
w:An out-land-ish knight came from the north lands And
A c/2 (d/2 c/2) d/2 | (A3/2 A) G/2 | 
w:he came woo-ing to me - He
A/2 =B/2 c/2 d/2 e/2 d/2 | (c/2G/2) E/2 F G/2 | 
w:said he would take me to for - eign lands And
(A/2 c/2) =B/2 (A/2G/2) C/2 | D3/2 z ||
w:there he would mar - ry me.
%
W:
W:1
W:An outlandish knight came from the north lands
W:And he came woowing to me.
W:He said he woulkd take me to foreign lands
W:And there he would marry me.
W:
W:2
W:Go fetch me some of your father's gold
W:And some of your mother's fee
W:And two of the best nags from out of the stable
W:Where there stands thirty and three.
W:
W:3
W:She mounted up on her milk white steed
W:And he on his dapple grey.
W:They rode until they came to the sea side
W:Three hours before it was day.
W:
W:4
W:Light off, light off thy milk white steed
W:Deliver it up unto me.
W:For six pretty maidens I have drowned here
W:And thou the seventh shall be.
W:
W:5
W:Doff off, doff off thy silken things
W:Deliver them up unto me.
W:I think they look too rich and gat
W:To rot all in the salt sea.
W:
W:6
W:If I must doff off my silken things
W:Pray turn thy back unto me.
W:For it is not fitting that such a ruffian
W:A naked woman should see.
W:
W:7
W:And cut thou, away the brimbles so sharp
W:The brimbles from off the brim.
W:That they might not tangle my curly locks
W:No scratch my lily white skin.
W:
W:8
W:He turned around his back to her
W:And bent down over the brim.
W:She caught him round the middle so small
W:And bundled him into the stream.
W:
W:9
W:He dropped high, he dropped low,
W:Until he came to the side.
W:Catch hold of my hand my fair pretty maid
W:And thee I will make my bride.
W:
W:10
W:Lie there, lie there you false hearted man
W:Lie there instead of me.
W:For six pretty maidens thou hast drowned here
W:The seventh hath drownéd thee.
W:
W:11
W:She mounted on her milk white steed
W:And led the dapple grey.
W:She rode til she came to her father's house
W:Three hours before it was day.
W:
W:12
W:The parrot hung in the window so high
W:And hedard what the lady did say.
W:What ails thee, what ails thee my pretty lady
W:You've tarried so long away.
W:
W:13
W:The king he was up in his bedroom so high
W:And heard what the parrot did say.
W:What ails thee, what ails thee my pretty Polly
W:You prattle so long before day?
W:
W:14
W:It's no laughing matter the parrot did say
W:That loudly I call unto thee.
W:For a-cat has got in the window so high
W:I fear that she will have me.
W:
W:15
W:Well turned, well turned my pretty Polly
W:Well turned, well turned for me.
W:Thy cage shall be made of the glittering gold
W:And the door of the best ivory.

Version 2

Version 3

Song Note

Song by Traditional
Country of origin: England

Folk song references:

Roud-21

Song to be found in the following collection(s):

One Hundred English Folk Songs

Songs

Background

Collections

Folk Indices

Song Note

Folk song references:

Song to be found in the following collection(s):