It was mirk mirk night, and there was nae stern light, And they waded through red blude to the knee, For a' the blude that's shed on earth Rins through the springs o' that countrie.
Syne they came on to a garden green, And she pu'd an apple frae a tree-- "Take this for thy wages, true Thomas; It will give thee the tongue that can never lie."
"My tongue is mine ain," true Thomas said; "A gudely gift ye wad gie to me! I neither dought to buy nor sell, At fair or tryst where I may be.
"I dought neither speak to prince or peer, Nor ask of grace from fair ladye." "Now hold thy peace!" the lady said, "For as I say, so must it be."
He has gotten a coat of the even cloth, And a pair of shoes of velvet green; And till seven years were gane and past, True Thomas on earth was never seen.
[2] A spot afterwards included in the domain of Abbotsford.
Ring, sing! ring, sing! pleasant Sabbath bells! Chime, rhyme! chime, rhyme! through dales and dells! Rhyme, ring! chime, sing! pleasant Sabbath bells! Chime, sing! rhyme, ring! over fields and fells!
And I galloped and I galloped on my palfrey white as milk, My robe was of the sea-green woof, my serk was of the silk; My hair was golden-yellow, and it floated to my shoe; My eyes were like two harebells bathed in little drops of dew; My palfrey, never stopping, made a music sweetly blent With the leaves of autumn dropping all around me as I went; And I heard the bells, grown fainter, far behind me peal and play, Fainter, fainter, fainter, till they seemed to die away; And beside a silver runnel, on a little heap of sand, I saw the green gnome sitting, with his cheek upon his hand. Then he started up to see me, and he ran with a cry and bound, And drew me from my palfrey white and set me on the ground. O crimson, crimson were his locks, his face was green to see, But he cried, "O light-haired lassie, you are bound to marry me!" He clasped me round the middle small, he kissed me on the cheek, He kissed me once, he kissed me twice, I could not stir or speak; He kissed me twice, he kissed me thrice; but when he kissed again, I called aloud upon the name of Him who died for men.
Sing, sing! ring, ring! pleasant Sabbath bells! Chime, rhyme! chime, rhyme! through dales and dells! Rhyme, ring! chime, sing! pleasant Sabbath bells! Chime, sing! rhyme, ring! over fields and fells!