The king of Elfland had a daughter,
Dark and flashing were her eyes,
Once a mortal deigned to love her,
a story told with pain, and sighs.
The Queen of Elfland had a squire,
bright and saucy was this wight,
til Tam Lin, he met fair Janet
and left Faery with little fight.
Thomas the Rhymer rode to Elfand
on a steed of milk-white rare,
never more to tell a fable
when he returned mortal air.
Stay away from faery dancing,
Stay away from the faery ring
Else you'll find a mickle sadness
That comes when listening to how they sing.
(this would have been longer, but we're havinga thunderstorm...)
*The king of Elfland had a daughter,*
Thunderstorm be darned
the fairy dance goes on!!
To be continued when the storm ends. ;)