true thomas the king has called for priest and cup the king has taken spur and blade to true thomas a knight and all for the sake o the songs he made they have sought him high they have sought him low they have sought him over down and they have found him by the milk white thorn that guards the gates o twas bent beneath and blue above their eyes were held that they might not see the that between the oh they were the queens d now cease your song the king he said oh cease your song and get you to vow your vow and watch your arms for i will you a knight cast rt � me of for i will give you a horse o pride wi and spur and page and squire wi keep and tail and and law and land to hold at your desire true thomas smiled above his harp and turned his face to the naked sky where blown before the wind the down she floated by i ha vowed my vow in another place and bitter oath it was on me i ha watched my arms the lee long night where five score fighting men would flee my lance is tipped the flame my shield is beat o the moonlight cold and i won my spurs in the middle world a thousand beneath the mould and what should i make wi a horse pride and what should i make wi a sword so brown but the rings o the gentle folk and my kin in the fairy town � of state and what should i make wi and belt wi keep and tail and and fee and what should i do wi page and squire that am a king in my own for send east and i send west and i send far as my will may flee by dawn and dusk and the drinking rain and my return to me they come wi news of the earth they come wi news o the sea wi word of spirit and ghost and flesh and man that s among the three the king he bit his lip and smote his hand upon his knee by the faith o my soul true thomas he said ye waste no wit in as i desire unto my pride can i make by three and three to run before and ride behind and serve the sons o my body si e cast of and what care i for your row foot or all the sons o your body before they win to the pride o name i they all ask leave o me for i make honour wi mouth as i make shame wi feet to sing wi the priests at the market cross or run wi the dogs in the naked street and some they give me the good red gold and some they give me the white money and some they give me a o meal for they be people o low degree and the song sing for the counted gold the same i sing for the white money but best i sing for the o meal that simple people given me the king cast down a silver a silver o money if i come with a poor man s he said true thomas will ye harp to me cast fit at i harp to the children small they press me close on either hand and who are you true thomas said that you should ride while they must stand light down light down from your horse o pride ye talk too loud and hie and i will make you a triple word and if ye dare ye shall noble me he has lighted down from his horse o pride and set his back against the stone now guard you well true thomas said ere i your heart from your breast bone true thomas played upon his harp the fairy harp that lee and the first least word the proud king heard it the salt tear out o his ee oh i see the love that i lost long i touch the hope that i may not see and all that i did o hidden shame like little they hiss at me cast of the sun is lost at noon � at noon the dread o doom has me true thomas hide me under your cloak god i m little fit to twas bent beneath and blue above � twas open field and running flood � where hot on heath and and wall the high sun warmed the s brood lie down lie down true thomas said the god shall judge when all is done but i will bring you a better word and lift the cloud that i laid on true thomas played upon his harp that and to his hand and the next least word true thomas made it the king take horse and brand oh hear the tread o the fighting men i see the sun on and spear i mark the arrow the that flies so low and sings so clear no � � cast of advance my standards to that war and bid my good knights and ride the shall watch as fierce a fight as e er was fought on the border side bent beneath and blue above twas nodding grass and naked sky where ringing up the wind the stooped upon the true thomas sighed above his harp and turned the song on the string and the last least word true thomas made he his dead youth back to the king now am prince and i do well to love my love fear to walk wi man in fellowship and breathe my horse behind the deer my hounds they bay unto the death the buck has beyond the burn my love she waits at her window to wash my hands when i return l e cast 