[bad word] Thomas lay on grassy bank 
And he beheld a ladie [bad word] 
ladie that was brisk and bold 
Came riding over the fernie brae. 

Her skirt was of the grass-green silk, 
Her mantle of the velvet fine 
At ilka-tett of her horse mane 
Hung fifty silver bells and nine. 

 [bad word] Thomas he took off his hat 
And bowed him low down till his knee 
'All hail thou mighty queen of heaven, 
For your peer of Earth I never did see.' 

'O no, o no, [bad word] Tom' she said 
That name does not belong to me, 
I am just a queen of fair Elfland 
And [bad word] here to visit thee. 

'But you must go with me, 
 [bad word] Thomas you must go with me, 
For you must serve me seven years 
Thro wheel or wae as may chance be' 

She turned about her milk-white steed 
And took [bad word] Thomas up behind 
And aye whenever her bridle rang 
Her steed flew swifter than the wind. 

For forty days and forty nights 
They rode and came to garden green. 
'Light down, light down you ladie fair, 
Some of that [bad word] please let me pull, let me pull for thee'. 

'O no, o no [bad word] Tom', she said, 
'That [bad word] must not be touched by thee, 
For all the plagues that are in [bad word] 
Light on the [bad word] of this countrie.' 

'But see you not that braid braid road 
Which winds about the fernie brae 
That is the road to fair Elfland 
Where you and I this night must gae.' 

'Don't be afraid Thomas 
Don't be afraid Thomas 
 [bad word] 
Don't be afraid ...' 

'But Thomas you must hold your tongue 
Whatever you may hear or see 
For gin ae word you chance to speak 
You'll never ger back to your own countrie.' 

He got a coat of elven-cloth, 
pair of shoes of velvet green 
And till seven years were past and gone 
 [bad word] Thomas on earth was never seen.