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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=126183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thomas the Rhymer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank;	 <br>A ferlie he spied wi' his e'e;	 <br>And there he saw a ladye bright	 <br>Come riding down by the Eildon Tree.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her skirt was o' the grass-green silk,	<br>Her mantle o' the velvet fyne;	 <br>At ilka tett o' her horse's mane,	 <br>Hung fifty siller bells and nine.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">True Thomas he pu'd aff his cap,	 <br>And louted low down on his knee	<br>'Hail to thee Mary, Queen of Heaven!	 <br>For thy peer on earth could never be.'	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O no, O no, Thomas' she said,	 <br>'That name does not belang to me;	 <br>I'm but the Queen o' fair Elfland,	<br>That am hither come to visit thee.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Harp and carp, Thomas,' she said;	 <br>'Harp and carp along wi' me;	 <br>And if ye dare to kiss my lips,	 <br>Sure of your bodie I will be.'	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Betide me weal; betide me woe,	 <br>That weird shall never daunten me.'	 <br>Syne he has kiss'd her rosy lips,	 <br>All underneath the Eildon Tree.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now ye maun go wi' me,' she said,	<br>'True Thomas, ye maun go wi' me;	 <br>And ye maun serve me seven years,	 <br>Thro' weal or woe as may chance to be.'	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She 's mounted on her milk-white steed,	 <br>She 's ta'en true Thomas up behind;	<br>And aye, whene'er her bridle rang,	 <br>The steed gaed swifter than the wind.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O they rade on, and farther on,	 <br>The steed gaed swifter than the wind;	 <br>Until they reach'd a desert wide,	<br>And living land was left behind.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Light down, light down now, true Thomas,	 <br>And lean your head upon my knee;	 <br>Abide ye there a little space,	 <br>And I will show you ferlies three.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O see ye not yon narrow road,	 <br>So thick beset wi' thorns and briers?	 <br>That is the Path of Righteousness,	 <br>Though after it but few inquires.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And see ye not yon braid, braid road,	<br>That lies across the lily leven?	 <br>That is the Path of Wickedness,	 <br>Though some call it the Road to Heaven.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And see ye not yon bonny road	 <br>That winds about the fernie brae?	<br>That is the Road to fair Elfland,	 <br>Where thou and I this night maun gae.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But, Thomas, ye sall haud your tongue,	 <br>Whatever ye may hear or see;	 <br>For speak ye word in Elfyn-land,	<br>Ye'll ne'er win back to your ain countrie.'	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O they rade on, and farther on,	 <br>And they waded rivers abune the knee;	 <br>And they saw neither sun nor moon,	 <br>But they heard the roaring of the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was mirk, mirk night, there was nae starlight,	 <br>They waded thro' red blude to the knee;	 <br>For a' the blude that 's shed on the earth	 <br>Rins through the springs o' that countrie.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Syne they came to a garden green,	<br>And she pu'd an apple frae a tree:	 <br>'Take this for thy wages, true Thomas;	 <br>It will give thee the tongue that can never lee.'	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My tongue is my ain,' true Thomas he said;	 <br>'A gudely gift ye wad gie to me!	<br>I neither dought to buy or sell	 <br>At fair or tryst where I might be.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I dought neither speak to prince or peer,	 <br>Nor ask of grace from fair ladye!'—	 <br>'Now haud thy peace, Thomas,' she said,	<br>'For as I say, so must it be.'	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has gotten a coat of the even cloth,	 <br>And a pair o' shoon of the velvet green;	 <br>And till seven years were gane and past,	 <br>True Thomas on earth was never seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by  - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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