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' If my love were an earthly knight,
As he's an elfin gray, I wadna gie my ain true-love
For nae lord that ye hae.
' The steed that my true-love rides on
Is lighter than the wind ; Wi' siller he is shod before,
Wi' burning gowd behind.'
Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee; And she has snooded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree; And she's awa to Carterhaugh
As fast as she can hie.
When she cam to Carterhaugh,
Tam Lin was at the well;
And there she fand his steed standing,But away was himsel.
She hadna pu'd a double rose,
A rose' but only twae ; Till up then started young Tam Lin
Says, ' Lady thou's pu' nae mae
'Why pu's thou the rose, Janet, Amang the groves sae green,
And a' to kill the bonie babe That we gat us between ?'
'O, tell me tell me, Tam Lin,' she says,
'For's sake that died on* tree, If e'er ye was in holy chapel,
Or Christendom did see.'
' Roxbrugh he was my grandfather Took me with him to bide,
And ance it fell upon a day, That wae did me betide.
' And ance it fell upon a day,
A cauld day and a snell, When we were frae the huntingcome
That frae my horse I fell/
' The Queen o' Fairies she caught me In yon green hill to dwell,
And pleasant is the fairy-land:— But, an eerie tale to tell!
' Ay, at the end o' seven years
We pay a tiend to hell! I am sae fair and fu' o' flesh
I'm fear'd it be mysel.
'But the night is Hallowe'en, lady, The morn is Hallowday;
Then win me, win me, an ye will, For weel I wat ye may.
' Just at the mirk and midnight hour
The fairy, folk will ride; And they that wad their true-love win
At Milecross they maun bide.'
' But how shall I thee ken, Tam Lin, Or how my true-love know,
Amang sae mony unco knights The like I never saw.'
' O first let pass the black, lady, And syne let pass the brown;
But quickly run to the milk-white steed, Pu' ye his rider down.
' For I'll ride on the milk-white steed, And ay nearest the town,
Because I was an earthly knight They gie, me that renown.
' My right hand will be glov'd, lady, My left hand will be bare,
Cockt up shall my bonnet be
And kaim'd down shall my hair ;
And thae 's the tokens I gie thee— Nae doubt I will be there :
' They'll turn me in your arms, lady,
Into an esk and adder, But hold me fast and fear me not— . I am your bairn's father.
' They'll turn me to a bear sae grim,
And then a lion bold; But hold me fast and fear me not,
As ye shall love your child.
' Again they'll turn me in your arms To a red het gaud of aim;
But hold me fast and fear me not, I'll do to you nae barm.