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
Writer(s): Robert Johnson, Maddy Prior, Tim Hart, Peter Knight, Rick Kemp, Nigel Pegrum
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