paroles de chanson Seven Hundred Elves - Steeleye Span
[Chorus]
Seven
hundred
elves
from
out
the
wood
Foul
and
grim
they
were
Down
to
the
farmer's
house
they
went
His
meat
and
drink
to
share
There
was
a
farmer
in
the
west
and
there
he
chose
his
ground
He
thought
to
spend
the
winter
there
and
brought
his
hawk
and
hound
He
brought
with
him
both
hound
and
cock
alone
he
begged
to
stay
And
all
the
dear
that
roamed
the
wood
had
cause
to
rue
the
day
He
felled
the
oak,
he
felled
the
birch,
the
beech
nor
poplar
spared
And
much
was
grieved
the
sullen
elves
at
what
the
stranger
dared
He
hewed
him
baulks
and
he
hewed
him
beams
with
eager
toil
and
haste
Then
up
and
spake
the
woodland
elves:
"Who's
come
our
wood
to
waste?"
[Chorus]
Up
and
spake
the
biggest
elf
and
grimly
rolled
his
eyes:
"We'll
march
upon
the
farmer's
house
and
hold
on
him
assize
He's
knocking
down
both
wood
and
bower,
he
shows
us
great
distain
We'll
make
him
rue
the
day
he
was
born
and
taste
of
shame
and
pain."
[Chorus]
All
the
elves
from
out
the
wood
began
to
dance
and
spring
And
marched
towards
the
farmer's
house
their
lengthy
tails
to
swing
The
farmer
from
his
window
looked
and
quickly
crossed
his
breast
"Oh
woe
is
me,"
the
farmer
cried,
"The
elves
will
be
my
guests."
In
every
nook
he
made
a
cross
and
all
about
the
room
And
off
flew
many
a
frightened
elf
back
to
his
forest
gloom
Some
flew
to
the
east,
some
flew
to
the
west,
some
flew
to
the
north
away
And
some
flew
down
the
deep
ravine
and
there
forever
stay
[Chorus]
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