Swift on dark horse, they rode like thunder,
So all who heard them must watch in wonder.
Past mountain, past river, through unlit woodland
They rode to the Elvenking's halls under mountain.

There Clip sought his Lady, who served him tea,
And said, 'I am glad you worried for me.'
Then her green eyes flashed. 'Beware of strangers!
'You must be more cautious or you'll meet great dangers!'

Not long after that Clip's brother reached town
In their pipeweed wagon that he'd driven on down
The Great East Road, not seeking adventure
But a proper return on their business venture.