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Motherwell's MS., p. 492.

The Elfin Knight sits on yon hill,
Ba ba lilly ba
Blowing his horn loud and shill.
And the wind has blawn my plaid awa

‘I love to hear that horn blaw;
I wish him [here] owns it and a'.’

That word it was no sooner spoken,
Than Elfin Knight in her arms was gotten.

‘You must mak to me a sark,
Without threed, sheers or needle wark.’