Folk-Lore and Legends - Scotland by Anonymous
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The Queen she has whispered a secret word, "Come hither my Elphin sweet, And bring that cup of the charmed wine, Thy lips and mine to weet." But a brown elf shouted a loud, loud shout, "Come, leap on your coursers fleet, For here comes the smell of some baptised flesh, And the sounding of baptised feet." But oh! the fire that burns, and maun burn; For the time that is gone will never return. On a steed as white as the new-milked milk, The Elf Queen leaped with a bound, And young Elphin a steed like December snow 'Neath him at the word he found. But a maiden came, and her christened arms She linked her brother around, And called on God, and the steed with a snort Sank into the gaping ground. But the fire maun burn, and I maun quake, And the time that is gone will no more come back. And she held her brother, and lo! he grew A wild bull waked in ire; And she held her brother, and lo! he changed To a river roaring higher; And she held her brother, and he became A flood of the raging fire; She shrieked and sank, and the wild elves laughed |
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