- THE Elfin Knight sits on yon hill, Ba ba lilly ba Blowing his horn loud and shill. And the wind has blawn my plaid awa
- 'I love to hear that horn blaw; I wish him [here] owns it and a'.'
- That word it was no sooner spoken, Than Elfin Knight in her arms was gotten.
- 'You must mak to me a sark, Without threed, sheers or needle wark.'