UNDERHILL
Underhill, beneath the turf
Where Thomas True did lie
Day is night, confusion reigns
And time is reft awry
And time is reft awry, my love
And time is reft awry
Underhill, beneath the turf
Where Thomas True did lie
See the ring of toadstools,
Gleaming silver moons?
Hear the eerie piping of
The Folk’s unearthly tunes?
The Folk’s unearthly tunes, my love
The Folk’s unearthly tunes
See the ring of toadstools,
Gleaming silver moons?
Underturf, beneath the hill
A queen is holding court
She weaves a glamour in a cup
To draw a brave consort
To draw a brave consort, my love,
To draw a brave consort
Underturf, beneath the hill
A queen is holding court.
Oh mind your step upon the grass
Avoid the moonlit ring
Don’t dance to fairy pipers, love
Lest you become a king
Lest you become a king, my love
Lest you become a king
Oh mind your step upon the grass
Avoid the moonlit ring.
Listen not to fairy wiles
And keep an iron cross
The queen is ever waiting, Tom,
Her gain would be my loss
Her gain would be my loss, my love,
Her gain would be my loss
So hold my image in your heart
And keep an iron cross
Love me, love me only, love
Ignore the luring hill
Remember me, your Janet,
And keep yourself from ill
And keep yourself from ill, my love
Oh keep you for me still
Love me, love me only, love,
Ignore the luring hill.
The
Clansman's Words to his Love
The
Courtship of Kate and Will.
The
Knight's Lady Weeps For Shame
The
Seaman's Lady at her Prayers
Underhill
