‘Ah see ye not that broad broad
road
That lies by the lily leven?
O that is the way of wickedness,
Tho some call it the road to Heaven.
That lies by the lily leven?
O that is the way of wickedness,
Tho some call it the road to Heaven.
‘And see ye not that narrow
road,
All beset with thorns and briers?
O that is the way of righteousness,
All beset with thorns and briers?
O that is the way of righteousness,
Tho after it but few
enquires.
‘And see ye not that bonny bonny
road,
Which winds about the ferny brae?
Which winds about the ferny brae?
O that is the road to fair
Elfland,
Where you and I this night maun gae.’
Where you and I this night maun gae.’
From ‘Thomas
the Rhymer’, Anon