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XLII
And first gaed by the black, black steed, And syne gaed by the brown ;
But fast she gript the milk-white steed And pu'd the rider down.
XLIII
She's pu'd him frae the milk-white steed,
An' loot the bridle fa', And up there rase an eldritch cry,
'True Tarn Lin he's awa'!'
XLrv They shaped him in her arms twa
An aske but and a snake ; But aye she grips and hau'ds him fast
To be her warldis make.
XLV
They shaped him in her arms twa
But and a deer sae wild; But aye she grips and hau'ds him fast,
The father o' her child.
XL VI
They shaped him in her arms twa
A hot iron at the fire; But aye she grips and hau'ds him fast
To be her heart's desire.
XLVII
They shaped him in her arms at last
A mother-naked man ; She cast her mantle over him,
And sae her love she wan.
loot] let. eldritch] unearthly. |
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