Ewan Mccoll – Thomas The Rhymer chords
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Am ETrue Thomas lay on Huntlie bank,Am EA ferlie he spied wi' his e'e,Am EAnd there he saw a lady brightAm Em AmCome riding down by the Eildon Tree.Am EHer skirt was o' the grass-green silk,Am EHer mantle o' the velvet fyne.Am EAt ilka tett o' her horse's maneAm EHung fifty siller bells and nine.Am ETrue Thomas he pull's aff his capAm EAnd louted low down to his knee:Am E“All hail, thou mighty Queen o' Heaven!Am E AmFor thy peer on earth I never did see.”Am E“O no, o no, Thomas,” she said,Am E“That name does not belong to me;Am EI am but the queen of fair ElflandAm E AmThat am hither come to visit thee.”Am E“Harp and carp, Thomas,” she said,Am E“Harp and carp along wi' me.Am EAnd if ye dare to kiss my lips,Am E AmSure of your body I will be.”Am E“Betide me weal, betide me woe,Am EThat weird shall never daunton me.”Am ESyne he has kissed her rosy lipsAm E AmAll underneath the Eildon Tree.Am E“Now ye maun gang wi' me,” she said,Am E“True Thomas, ye maun gang wi' me.Am EAnd ye maun serve me seven yearsAm E AmThro' weal and woe, as may chance to be.”Am EShe mounted on her milk-white steed,Am EShe's ta'en True Thomas up behind.Am EAnd aye whene'er her bridle rungAm E AmThe steed flew faster than the wind.Am EO they rode on and farther on,Am EThe steed gaed swifter than the wind,Am EUntil they reached a desert wideAm E AmAnd living land was left behind.Am E“Light down, light down now, True ThomasAm EAnd lean your head upon my knee,Am EAbide and rest a little spaceAm E AmAnd I will show you ferlies three.Am E“O see ye not yon narrow roadAm ESo thick beset with thorns and briars?Am EThat is the path of righteousness,Am E AmTho' after it but few enquires.Am E“And see ye not that braid, braid roadAm EThat lies across that lily leven?Am EThat is the path of wickedness,Am E AmTho' some ca' it the road to heaven.Am E“And see ye not that bonny roadAm EThat winds about the fernie brae?Am EThat is the road to fair ElflandAm E AmWhere thou and I this night maun gae.Am E“But, Thomas, ye maun hold your tongueAm EWhatever ye may hear or see.Am EFor if you speak word in Elfyn landAm E AmYe'll ne'er get back to your ain countrie.”Am ESyne they came on to a garden green,Am EAnd she pu'd an apple frae a tree:Am E“Take this for thy wages, True ThomasAm E AmIt will gi' ye the tongue that can never lie.”Am E“My tongue is mine ain,” True Thomas said,Am E“A guidly gift ye wad gie to me!Am EI neither dought to buy or sell,Am E AmAt fair or tryst where I may be.Am E“I dought neither speak to prince or peerAm ENor ask of grace from fair ladye.”Am E“Now hold thy peace,”, the lady said,Am E Am“For as I say, so must it be.”Am EHe has gotten a coat of the even clothAm EAnd a pair of shune of velvet green,Am EAnd till seven years were gane and pastAm E AmTrue Thomas on earth was never seen.