New Collected Rhymes by Andrew Lang
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And she's sailed west and she's sailed east, And mony a man she's seen; But never the man wi' the hair o' gold, And the plaid o' red and green. And she's sailed east and she's sailed west, Till she cam' to a narrow sea, The water ran like a river in spate, And the hills were wondrous hie. And there she spied a bonny bay, And houses on the strand, And there the man in the green and red Came rowing frae the land. Says "Welcome here, ye bonny maid, Ye're welcome here for me. Are ye the Lady o' merry Elfland, Or the Queen o' some far countrie?" "I am na the Lady o' fair Elfland, But I am the Queen o' Spain." He's lowted low, and kissed her hand, Says "They ca' me the McLean!" "Then it's a' for the aefold love o' thee That I hae sailed the faem!" "But, out and alas!" he has answered her, "For I hae a wife at hame." |
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