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I forbid you, maiden* a' That wear gowd or your
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There s nane that gaea by Carterhaugh
But they leave him a wad;
Either their rings, or green mantles,
Or elie their maidenhead.
Janet has belted her green kirtle,
A little aboon her knee,
And fhe has feroded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree;
And file's aws to Carterhaugh
As iaft as fhe can Me,
When foe came to Carterhaugh
Tom-Lin was at the wall,
And there foe fand his fteed ftanding
But away was himiel.
She had na pud a double rof©
A rofe but only twa,
Till up then ftarted young Tam-Lin,
Says, Lady, thou's pu* nae one.
Why pu's thou the rofe, Janet,
And why breaks thou the wane?.
Or why comes thou to Carterhaugh
Withoutten my command?
Carterhaugh it is my ain,
My daddie gave it me;
I'll come and gang by Carterhaugh
And aflc nae leave at thee.
Janet has kilted her green kirtle,
A little aboon her knee,
And fhe has fnooded her yellow hair,
A little aboon her bree,
And file is to her fathers ha,
'- b fait at? fhe can hie.
Four and twenty ladies fair,
Were playing at the ba,
And out then cam the fair Janet,
Ance the flower amang them a,
Four and twenty ladies fair,
Were playing at the chefs.
And out then cam the fair Janet,
As green as onie glafs.
Out then fpak an auld grey knight,
Lay o'er the caftle W,
And fays, Alas, fair Janet for thee,
But we'll be blamed a„
Maud your tongue, ye auid facd king
Some ill death may ye die,
Father my bairn on whom ! will,
I'll lather nane on thee.
Out then fpak her father dear,
And he fpak meek sr.d mild.
And ever alas, fv.eet Janet, he %s ?
I think thou gaes wi' child «
If that I gae wi' child, father,
Myfel maun bear the blame;
There's ne'er a laird about your ha,
Shall get the bairns name.
If my Love were an earthly knight.
As he's an elfin grey;
I wad na gie my aio true-love
For nae lord that ye hae.
The fteed that r.y true -love rides on,
Is Lighter than the p ind;
Wi' filler he is (hod before,
Wi' bur i n : r g go w c c e£ : ftd .

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