E          G       D      A
The elf-knight sits on yonder hill
E    G              D  A
Fine flowers in the valley
   E         G         D         A
He blows his horn both loud and shrill
E      G       D  A
As the rose is blown

   E        G        D        A
He blows it East, he blows it West
E    G              D  A
Fine flowers in the valley
   E        G        D      A
He blows it where he liketh best
E      G       D  A
As the rose is blown

A     C     G      D
Lady Isabel sits a-sewing
A    C               G  D
Fine flowers in the valley
          A        C            G      D
When she heard the elf-knight's horn a-blowing
A      C       G  D
As the rose is blown

 A       C        G      D
'Would I had that horn a-blowing’
A    C               G  D
Fine flowers in the valley
      A      C             G           D
'And yon elf-knight for to sleep in my bosom’
A      C       G  D
As the rose is blown

A            C         G     D
Scarcely had she these words spoken
A    C               G  D
Fine flowers in the valley
     A         C          G            D
When in at the window the elf-knight's broken
A      C       G  D
As the rose is blown

        E            G            D          A
'It's a very strange matter, fair maid' said he
E    G               D  A
Fine flowers in the valley
   E              G          D          A
'I cannot blow my horn, but you call on me’
E      G       D  A
As the rose is blown

     E           G      D         A
'But will you go to the greenwood side?”
E    G               D  A
Fine flowers in the valley
    E            G        D             A
'If you will not go, I'll cause you to ride’
E      G       D  A
As the rose is blown

    A           C         G      D
He leapt on his horse and she on another
A    C               G  D
Fine flowers in the valley
         A       C           G       D
And they rode on to the greenwood together
A      C       G  D
As the rose is blown

       A           C     G            D
'Light down, light down, Isabel' said he
A    C               G  D
Fine flowers in the valley
            A          C           G          D
'For we're come to the place where you are to die’
A      C       G  D
As the rose is blown

      A           C          G           D
'It's seven kings daughters, here have I slain’
A    C              G  D
Fine flowers in the valley
     A         C      G         D
'And you shall be the eighth of them’
A      C       G  D
As the rose is blown

     E      G               D          A
'Sit down a-while, lay your head on my knee’
E    G               D  A
Fine flowers in the valley
      E      G    D        A
'That we may rest before I die’
E      G       D  A
As the rose is blown

    E              G        D             A
She stroked him so fast the nearer he did creep
E    G              D  A
Fine flowers in the valley
    E            G            D             A
And with a small charm, she's lulled him to sleep
E      G       D  A
As the rose is blown

A            C              G                D
With his own sword-belt, so fast she's bound him
A    C               G  D
Fine flowers in the valley
     A       C         G                  D
With his own dagger so sore she's stabbed him
A      C       G  D
As the rose is blown

    A           C              G        D
'If seven kings daughters here have you slain’
A    C               G  D
Fine flowers in the valley
      A       C       G               D
'Then lie you here, a husband to them all’
A      C       G  D
As the rose is blown