Now We Are Six - Steeleye Span

Riddle 1:

In marble halls as white as milk

Lined with skin as soft as silk

Within a fountain crystal clear

A golden apple doth appear

No doors there are to this stronghold

Yet thieves break in and steal the gold

Riddle 2:

Thirty white horses on a red hill

Now they tramp

Now they champ

Now they stand still

Riddle 3:

White bird featherless

Flew from paradise

Lit on the castle wall

Along came Lord Landless

Took it up handless

Rode away horseless

To the King’s white hall