The Elf-Knight - Steeleye Span
The elf-knight sits on yonder hill
Fine flowers in the valley
He blows his horn both loud and shrill
As the rose is blown
He blows it East he blows it West
Fine flowers in the valley
He blows it where he liketh best
As the rose is blown
Lady Isabel sits a-sewing
Fine flowers in the valley
When she heard the elf-knight's horn a-blowing
As the rose is blown
Would I had that horn a-blowing
Fine flowers in the valley
And yon elf-knight for to sleep in my bosom
As the rose is blown
Scarcely had she these words spoken
Fine flowers in the valley
When in at the window the elf-knight's broken
As the rose is blown
It's a very strange matter fair maid' said he
Fine flowers in the valley
I cannot blow my horn but you call on me
As the rose is blown
But will you go to the greenwood side
Fine flowers in the valley
If you will not go I'll cause you to ride
As the rose is blown
He leapt on his horse and she on another
Fine flowers in the valley
And they rode on to the greenwood together
As the rose is blown
Light down light down Isabel' said he
Fine flowers in the valley
For we're come to the place where you are to die
As the rose is blown
It's seven kings daughters here have I slain
Fine flowers in the valley
And you shall be the eighth of them
As the rose is blown
Sit down a-while lay your head on my knee
Fine flowers in the valley
That we may rest before I die
As the rose is blown
She stroked him so fast the nearer he did creep
Fine flowers in the valley
And with a small charm she's lulled him to sleep
As the rose is blown
With his own sword-belt so fast she's bound him
Fine flowers in the valley
With his own dagger so sore she's stabbed him
As the rose is blown
If seven kings daughters here have you slain
Fine flowers in the valley
Then lie you here a husband to them all
As the rose is blown
