The Truth

A knight he rode his lonely way

Thinking about his wedding day

As he rode through a forest near

The elf king's daughter did appear

Out she stepped from the elfin band

Smiling she held out her hand

"Welcome Sir Knight, why such speed?

Come with me the dance to lead"

Dance, dance, and follow me

Round and round the greenwood tree

Dance, dance, while you may

Tomorrow is your dying day

Dance with me, dance with me

"Listen Sir Knight come dance with me,

Spurs of gold I'll give to thee"

"Dance neither I will give nor may

Tomorrow is my wedding day"

"Please Sir Knight come dance with me

A shirt of silk I'll give to thee

A shirt of silk so white and fine

My mother has bleached

In the moon-beams shine"

"Please Sir Knight come dance with me

A crown of gold I'll give to thee"

"Your crown of gold I'll freely take

But I'll not join your elfin wake"

"Do you refuse to dance with me

A plague of death shall follow thee"

Between his shoulders a blow she dealt, such a blow he'd never felt.