The Outlandish Knight Lyrics
| Song | The Outlandish Knight |
| Artist | Kate Rusby |
| Album | Ghost |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| An outlandish knight came from the north lands | |
| He courted a lady fair | |
| He said he would take her to those northern lands | |
| And there he would marry her | |
| Go fetch some of your fathers gold | |
| And some of your mothers fee | |
| And two of the horses from out of the stables | |
| Where there stands thirty and three | |
| She’s mounted on the lilly white steed | |
| And he the dapple gray | |
| They’ve rode til they come unto the sea side | |
| Three hours before it was day | |
| Lights off Lights off, your lily white steed | |
| Deliver it unto me | |
| Six pretty maidens have I drowned here | |
| And the seventh will surely be thee | |
| Take off take off | |
| Your silken gowns | |
| Deliver them unto me | |
| For I do feel that they are too fine | |
| To rot in the sun salt sea. | |
| If I take off my silken gowns | |
| And turn your back on me | |
| For it is not fitting that such a cruel world | |
| A naked woman should see | |
| And cut away the brambles so sharp | |
| The brambles from of the brim | |
| For I do feel that they’ll tangle my hair | |
| And scratch my tender skin | |
| So he’s turned his back all on the fair maid | |
| And leant down over the brim | |
| She’s taken him by his slander waist | |
| and tumbled him into the stream | |
| Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man, | |
| Lie there instead of me, | |
| For six pretty maidens have you drowned here | |
| The seventh hath drown-ed thee. |
| An outlandish knight came from the north lands | |
| He courted a lady fair | |
| He said he would take her to those northern lands | |
| And there he would marry her | |
| Go fetch some of your fathers gold | |
| And some of your mothers fee | |
| And two of the horses from out of the stables | |
| Where there stands thirty and three | |
| She' s mounted on the lilly white steed | |
| And he the dapple gray | |
| They' ve rode til they come unto the sea side | |
| Three hours before it was day | |
| Lights off Lights off, your lily white steed | |
| Deliver it unto me | |
| Six pretty maidens have I drowned here | |
| And the seventh will surely be thee | |
| Take off take off | |
| Your silken gowns | |
| Deliver them unto me | |
| For I do feel that they are too fine | |
| To rot in the sun salt sea. | |
| If I take off my silken gowns | |
| And turn your back on me | |
| For it is not fitting that such a cruel world | |
| A naked woman should see | |
| And cut away the brambles so sharp | |
| The brambles from of the brim | |
| For I do feel that they' ll tangle my hair | |
| And scratch my tender skin | |
| So he' s turned his back all on the fair maid | |
| And leant down over the brim | |
| She' s taken him by his slander waist | |
| and tumbled him into the stream | |
| Lie there, lie there, you falsehearted man, | |
| Lie there instead of me, | |
| For six pretty maidens have you drowned here | |
| The seventh hath drowned thee. |
| An outlandish knight came from the north lands | |
| He courted a lady fair | |
| He said he would take her to those northern lands | |
| And there he would marry her | |
| Go fetch some of your fathers gold | |
| And some of your mothers fee | |
| And two of the horses from out of the stables | |
| Where there stands thirty and three | |
| She' s mounted on the lilly white steed | |
| And he the dapple gray | |
| They' ve rode til they come unto the sea side | |
| Three hours before it was day | |
| Lights off Lights off, your lily white steed | |
| Deliver it unto me | |
| Six pretty maidens have I drowned here | |
| And the seventh will surely be thee | |
| Take off take off | |
| Your silken gowns | |
| Deliver them unto me | |
| For I do feel that they are too fine | |
| To rot in the sun salt sea. | |
| If I take off my silken gowns | |
| And turn your back on me | |
| For it is not fitting that such a cruel world | |
| A naked woman should see | |
| And cut away the brambles so sharp | |
| The brambles from of the brim | |
| For I do feel that they' ll tangle my hair | |
| And scratch my tender skin | |
| So he' s turned his back all on the fair maid | |
| And leant down over the brim | |
| She' s taken him by his slander waist | |
| and tumbled him into the stream | |
| Lie there, lie there, you falsehearted man, | |
| Lie there instead of me, | |
| For six pretty maidens have you drowned here | |
| The seventh hath drowned thee. |
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