Nic Jones - The Outlandish Knight lyrics

An Outlandish Knight came from the North lands And he's courted a lady fair And he's said he would take her to those northern lands And there he would marry her "Go fetch me some of your father's gold And some of your mother's fee And two of the fine horses out of the stable Where there stand thirty and three" So she mounts all on her milk white steed And he on the dapple grey And they rode until they came to the seaside Three hours before it was day "Light off, light off, your milk white steed And deliver it unto me For six pretty maidens have I drowned here And the seventh will surely be thee "And take off, take off your silken clothes And deliver them unto me For I do fear that they are too fine To rot all in the salt sea" "If I must take off my silken clothes Then turn your back to me For it is not fitting that such a rogue A naked woman should see "And cut away the brambles so sharp Those brambles from off the brim For I do fear they will tangle my hair And scratch my tender skin" So he's turned his back all on that maid And he's bent low over the brim And she's taken him round his slender waist And she's tumbled him into the stream He dropped high he's dropped low Until he came to the side "Catch hold of my hand me fair pretty maid And then I will make you my bride" "Lie there, lie there you false-hearted man Lie there instead of me For six pretty maidens have you drowned here And the seventh hath drowned thee" And she's mounted on her milk white steed She's led the dappled grey She's rode 'til she's come to her father's house Three hours before it was day The parrot hung in the window so high And he's heard what the lady did say "Oh what ails thee, What ails thee My pretty lady? You've tarried so long away" And the King he was in his bedroom so high And he's heard what the parrot did say "What ails thee, What ails thee My pretty Polly? You're a-prattling so long before day" "It's no laughing matter," the parrot did say "So loudly I called to thee For the cat she has got in the window so high I fear she's the d**h of me" "Well turned, well turned, me pretty Polly Well turned, well turned for me Your cage will be made of the glittering gold And the door of the best ivory"