The Elf Knight

Traditional
 The elf-knight sits on yonder hill
 Fine flowers in the valley
 He blows his horn both loud and shrill
 As the rose is blown
 He blows it East, he blows it West
 Fine flowers in the valley
 He blows it where he liketh best
 As the rose is blown
 Lady Isabel sits a-sewing
 Fine flowers in the valley
 When she heard the elf-knight's horn a-blowing
 As the rose is blown
 'Would I had that horn a-blowing'
 Fine flowers in the valley
 'And yon elf-knight for to sleep in my bosom'
 As the rose is blown
 Scarcely had she these words spoken
 Fine flowers in the valley
 When in at the window the elf-knight's broken
 As the rose is blown
 'It's a very strange matter, fair maid' said he
 Fine flowers in the valley
 'I cannot blow my horn, but you call on me'
 As the rose is blown
 'But will you go to the greenwood side?"
 Fine flowers in the valley
 'If you will not go, I'll cause you to ride'
 As the rose is blown
 He leapt on his horse and she on another
 Fine flowers in the valley
 And they rode on to the greenwood together
 As the rose is blown
 'Light down, light down, Isabel' said he
 Fine flowers in the valley
 'For we're come to the place where you are to die'
 As the rose is blown
 'It's seven kings daughters, here have I slain'
 Fine flowers in the valley
 'And you shall be the eighth of them'
 As the rose is blown
 'Sit down a-while, lay your head on my knee'
 Fine flowers in the valley
 'That we may rest before I die'
 As the rose is blown
 She stroked him so fast the nearer he did creep
 Fine flowers in the valley
 And with a small charm, she's lulled him to sleep
 As the rose is blown
 With his own sword-belt, so fast she's bound him
 Fine flowers in the valley
 With his own dagger so sore she's stabbed him
 As the rose is blown
 'If seven kings daughters here have you slain'
 Fine flowers in the valley
 'Then lie you here, a husband to them all'
 As the rose is blown