| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
TAM LIN |
||
|
in Fair Janet sat in her bonny bower,
Sewing her silken seam, And wish'd to be in Carterhaugh
Amang the leaves sae green.
IV
She's lat her seam fa' to her feet,
The needle to her tae, And she 's awa' to Carterhaugh
As fast as she could gae.
v And she has kilted her green kirtle
A little abune her knee; And she has braided her yellow hair
A little abune her bree; And she has gaen for Carterhaugh
As fast as she can hie.
VI
She hadna pu'd a rose, a rose,
A rose but barely ane, When up and started young Tarn Lin;
Says, ' Ladye, let alane.
vii i What gars ye pu' the rose, Janet ?
What gars ye break the tree ? What gars ye come to Carterhaugh
Without the leave o' me ?'
tae] toe. bree] eye-brow.
5 |
||