ELFLAND
(Son of Child #40, The Queen of Elfan's Nourice)
(Bob Coltman)

I heard a cow low in the forest deep,
Sunrise and tiptoe and all the world asleep,
I heard a cow low, I had to go see,
Could've caught a horn in the brush, no milk for baby,

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Elfland, Elfland is near,
Elfland, Elfland is here,
Ever so wary, feet lest they stray,
Elfland, steal you away.

In the sparkle of the sunshine
I set my foot wrong, and crossed a line,
I met an elf-woman, come then, says she,
Your breasts are full, you shall nurse my baby.
CHORUS

Seven long years, Oh! let me go!
My little baby is crying, I know,
Seven long years, and the dew is so cold,
And my little baby will be so very old.
CHORUS

Seven long years, and seven more, I'm sure,
Pled and I pled till I could plead no more,
She smiled an elf-smile: Fine then, go home,
The milk of a mortal is hard as a stone.
CHORUS

So soon as I ran home, ran in at the door,
There lay baby, just as before,
Seven and seven years, yet it came so soon,
It was just eleven, and now it is noon,
CHORUS

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