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"The following transcript is a literal copy from the original in the Pepysian library, Cambridge." Motherwell's Minstrelsy, Appendix, p. i.

"A Proper New Ballad, entituled, The Wind hath blown my Plaid away, or, A Discourse betwixt a young Maid and the Elphin-Knight; To be sung with its own pleasant New Tune."

The Elphin Knight site on yon hill,

Ba, ba, ba, lilli ba,

He blowes his horn both loud and shril,

The wind hath blown my plaid awa.

5 He blowes it East, he blowes it West,

Ba, ba, &c. He blowes it where he lyketh best. The wind, &c.

"I wish that horn were in my kist,

10 Ba, ba, &c. Yea, and the knight in my armes two." The wind, &c.

She had no sooner these words said,

Ba, ba, &c. 15 When that the knight came to her bed. The wind, &c.

"Thou art over young a maid," quoth he,

Ba, ba, &c. "Married with me thou il wouldst be." 20 The wind, &c.

"I have a sister younger than I,

Ba, ba, &c. And she was married yesterday." The wind, &c.

25 "Married with me if thou wouldst be,

Ba, ba, &c. A courtesie thou must do to me. The wind, &c.

"For thou must shape a sark to me,

30 Ba, ba, &c. Without any cut or heme," quoth he. The wind, &c.

"Thou must shape it needle- and sheerlesse,

Ba, ba, &c. 35 And also sue it needle-threedlesse." The wind, &c.

"If that piece of courtesie I do to thee,

Ba, ba, &c. Another thou must do to me. 40 The wind, &c.

"I have an aiker of good ley-land,

Ba, ba, &c. Which lyeth low by yon sea-strand. The wind, &c.

45 "For thou must cure it with thy horn,

Ba, ba, &c. So thou must sow it with thy corn. The wind, &c.

"And bigg a cart of stone and lyme,

50 Ba, ba, &c. Robin Redbreast he must trail it hame. The wind, &c.

"Thou must barn it in a mouse-holl,

Ba, ba, &c. 55 And thrash it into thy shoes' soll. The wind, &c.

"And thou must winnow it in thy looff,

Ba, ba, &c. And also seck it in thy glove. 60 The wind, &c.

"For thou must bring it over the sea,

Ba, ba, &c. And thou must bring it dry home to me. The wind, &c.

65 "When thou hast gotten thy turns well done,

Ba, ba, &c. Then come to me and get thy sark then. The wind, &c."

"I'l not quite my plaid for my life,

70 Ba, ba, &c. It haps my seven bairns and my wife. The wind shall not blow my plaid awa."

"My maidenhead I'l then keep still,

Ba, ba, &c. 75 Let the Elphin Knight do what he will. The wind's not blown my plaid awa."

"My plaid awa, my plaid awa, And o'er the hill and far awa, And far awa, to Norrowa, My plaid shall not be blown awa."