Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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THE YOUNG TAHLANE.                  117
He's ta'en her by the milk-white hand,
Among the roses red; And what they did, I cannot say
She ne'er return'd a maid.
When she cam to her father's ha',                «
She looked pale and wan; They thought she'd dreed some sair sickness,
Or been with some leman.
She didna comb her yellow hair,
Nor make meikle o'er her head;               w
And ilka thing that lady took,
Was like to be her deid.
It's four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the ba'; Janet, the wightest of them anes,                  a
Was faintest o' them a'.
Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the chess; And out there came the fair Janet,
As green as any grass.                                 a>
Out and spak an auld grey-headed knight, Lay o'er the castle wa', " And ever, alas! for thee, Janet, But we'll be blamed a'! "