The Outlandish Knight-Danu

He＇s followed her up and he followed her down And into the room where she lay She hadn＇t the strength for to flee from his arms Nor the tongue for to answer him nay ＂Rise up, rise up, my pretty Polly Rise up and go with me And I will take you to North Scotland And there you＇ll married be Go fetch you a bag of your father＇s gold And some of your mother＇s fee And two fine horses out of the stable Where there stands thirty and three＂ So she＇s lit upon her nimble-going brown He＇s mounted the dapple-gray And when they came to North Scotland ＇Twas just three hours ＇til day ＂Light you down, light you down, my pretty Polly Light you down, I say to thee For six kings＇ daughters have I drowned here And the seventh will surely be thee And pull off, pull off your fine gay clothes And hang them on yonder tree For they are too fine and they cost too much To rot in the salt lake sea＂ ＂Well, then you take a sickle and you cut down the nettles That grow so close to the brim For I fear they＇ll tangle my long yellow hair And they＇ll tear my lily-white skin＂ So then he took a sickle and he cut down the nettles That grow so close to the brim And she＇s picked him up so skillfully And she＇s pushed the false knight in ＂Lie there, lie there, my false young man Lie there in the room of me For six kings＇ daughters have you drowned here And the seventh has drowned thee＂ So she＇s lit upon her nimble-going brown And she＇s lead the dapple-gray And when she came to her father＇s door ＇Twas just three hours ＇til day ＂Hush up, hush up, my pretty Polly bird And don＇t you tell tales on me Your cage will be made of the very beaten gold And the door of the best ivory＂ But then up spoke a fine young man In the chamber where he lay ＂What＇s the matter, what＇s the matter with my pretty Polly bird? You＇re talking so long before day＂ ＂Oh There＇s two black cats at my caging door And my life they will betray And I＇m just calling for my pretty Polly To drive those cats away＂ He followed her up and he followed her down And into the room where she lay She hadn＇t the strength for to flee from his arms Nor the tongue for to answer him nay