The Outlandish Knight

The Outlandish Knight - A.L. Lloyd

An outlandish knight from the north lands came

And he came wooing of me

And he told me he'd take me to that northern land

And there he would marry me

Well she mounted on her lily-white horse

And he upon the grey

And away they did ride to the fair river side

Three hours before it was day

He says unlight unlight my little polly

Unlight unlight cries he

For six pretty maids i've drowned here before

And the seventh thou art to be

She said go get a sickle to crop the thistle

That grows beside the brim

That it may not mingle with my curly locks

Nor harm my lily-white skin

So he got a sickle to crop the thistle

That grew beside the brim

And she catched him around the middle so small

And tumbled him into the stream

Then she mounted on her lily-white horse

And she did ride away

And she arrived at her father's door

Three hours before it was day

Now the parrot being in the window so high

A-hearing the lady he did say

I'm afraid that some ruffian have led you astray

That you've tarried so long away

Don't prittle don't prattle my pretty polly

Nor tell no tales of me

And your cage shall be of the glittering gold

And your perch of the best ivory

Now the master being in the bedroom so high

A-hearing that parrot he did say

What's the matter with you my pretty polly

You're prattling so long before day

There came an old cat on the top of my cage

To take my sweet life away

I was just calling on my young mistress

To drive that old puss away