O see ye not yon narrow road
So thick beset with thorns and
briers?
That is the path of righteousness,
Though after it but few enquires.
And see ye not that braid, braid road
That lies across that lily leven?
That is the path of wickedness,
Though some call it the road to heaven.
And see not ye that bonny road
That winds about the fernie brae?
That is the road to fair Elfland,
Where thou and I this night maun
gae.
But Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue
Whatever ye may hear or see,
For if you speak word in Elflyn land
Ye'll ne'er get back to
your ain countrie.
O they rade on, and farther on,
And they waded through rivers
aboon the knee,
And they saw neither sun nor moon
But they heard the roaring of
the sea.
