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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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' Weel may I pu' the rose,' she says,
' And ask no leave at thee; For Carterhaugh it is my ain,
My daddy gave it me.'
He 's ta'en her by the milk-white hand, And by the grass-green sleeve,
He 's led her to the fairy ground At her he ask'd nae leave.
Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little abune her knee, And she has snooded her yellow hair
A little abune her bree, And she is to her father's ha'
As fast as she can hie.
But when she came to her father's ha',
She look'd sae wan and pale, They thought the lady had gotten a fright,
Or with sickness she did ail.
Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the ba', And out then came fair Janet
Ance the flower amang them a'.
Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the chess, And out then came fair Janet
As green as onie glass. 6
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