True Thomas lay on gra**y bank And he beheld a ladie gay A ladie that was brisk and bold Came riding over the fernie brae Her skirt was of the gra**-green silk Her mantle of the velvet fine At ilka-tett of her horse mane Hung fifty silver bells and nine True Thomas he took off his hat And bowed him low down till his knee "All hail thou, mighty queen of heaven For your peer of Earth I never did see" "O no, o no, True Tom," she said "That name does not belong to me I am just a queen of fair Elfland And I'm come here to visit thee "But you must go with me True Thomas you must go with me For you must serve me seven years Thro' wheel or wae as may chance be" She turned about her milk-white steed And took True Thomas up behind And aye whenever her bridle rang Her steed flew swifter than the wind For forty days and forty nights They rode and came to garden green "Light down, light down, you ladie fair Some of that fruit please let me pull, let me pull for thee" "O no, o no, True Tom," she said "That fruit must not be touched by thee For all the plagues that are in hell Light on the fruit of this countrie" "But see you not that braid braid road Which winds about the fernie brae? That is the road to fair Elfland Where you and I this night must gae" "Don't be afraid, Thomas Don't be afraid, Thomas Welcome Don't be afraid" "But Thomas, you must hold your tongue Whatever you may hear or see For gin ae word you chance to speak You'll never ger back to your own countrie" He got a coat of elven-cloth A pair of shoes of velvet green And till seven years were past and gone True Thomas on earth was never seen