The
well-known ballad, "The Raven King: describes just such an
abduction.
Not long, not long my
father said
Not long shall you be
ours
The Raven King knows all
too well
Which are the fairest
flowers
The priest was all too
worldly
Though he prayed and rang
his bell
The Raven King three candles
lit
The priest said it was
well
Her arms were all too
feeble
Though she claimed to
love me so
The Raven King stretched
out his hand
She sighed and let me
go
This land is all too shallow
It is painted on the sky
And trembles like the
wind-shook rain
When the Raven King goes
by
For always and for always
I pray remember me
Upon the moors, beneath
the stars
With the King's wild company |