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'They'll turn me in your arms, ladye,
An aske but and a snake ; But hauld me fast, let me na gae,
To be your warldis make.
' They'll turn me in your arms, ladye,
But and a deer so wild ; But hauld me fast, let me na gae,
The father o' your child.
xxxvm ' They'll shape me in your arms, ladye,
A hot iron at the fire ; But hauld me fast, let me na go,
To be your heart's desire.
' They'll shape me last in your arms, Janet,
A mother-naked man; Cast your green mantle over me,
And sae will I be won.'
Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little abune the knee ; And she has snooded her yellow hair
A little abune her bree, And she is on to Miles Cross
As fast as she can hie.
About the dead hour o' the night
She heard the bridles ring ; And Janet was as glad at that
As any earthly thing. aske] newt, lizard. make] mate, husband.