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Jenethas kilted hcr-^green kirtle
A little aboon her knee;
And fhe has fnooded her yellow hair
"' A little aboon her brie;
And fhe 8 awa to Carterhaugh
As faft as (he can hie
When fhe cam to Carterhaugh,
Tana -Lin was at the well:
And they that wad their truelove win.
At Milefcrofs they maun bide.
But how fhall 1 thee, ken Tam-Lih,
Or how my true love know,
Amang fae mony unco knights.
The like I never faw.
O firft let pafs the black Lady, ■
And fyii^ let pafs the brown;
And there fhe fand his fteed ftanding. But quickly run to tie" milk white-
But away was himfel. Pu ye his rider down. (fteed.
She had na pu'd a double rofe. For I'll ride on the milk-white fteed,
A rofe but only twa. And ay neareft the town.
Till up then ftarted young Tam-Lin,
Says, Ladj" thou pus nae mae.
Why pus thou the rofe Janet,
Amang the groves fae green.
And a to kill the bonie babe
That we gat us between.
O tell me, tell me, Tam-Lin {he fays,
Fors fake that died on tree.
If eer ye» was in holy chapel.
Or Chiriftendom did fee.
Roxbrugh he was my grandfather.
Took me with him to bid*
And ance it fell upon a day
That wae did me betide.
And ance it fell upon a d&y,
A cauld day and a fnell.
When we were frae the hunting conit
That frae my horfe 1 fell.
The queen o Fairies fhe caught me.
In yon green hill to dwell.
And pleafant is the fairy-land;
But, an eerie tale to tell I
Ay i>t the end of fe\en j ears
We pay a tiend to hell,
r am fae fair and ^u o' flefh
1 m fearcl it be v\ftl.
But the ni^ht is Halloween, lady.
The morn is Hallowda\ ;
Then win mc, win me, an ye will.
For weei I wat ye may.
luft at the mirk and midnight hour
The fairy folk will ride;
Becaufe I was an earthly knight
They gie me that renown.
My right hand will be glove! X'^dy,
My left hand mil be bare
Cockt up fhall my bonnet be.
And kaim'd down fhall !«_) hair,
And thaes the takens I gie thee, ;
Nae«doubt I will be th<re.
They 11 turn m«'in ynur arms lad>,
Into an efk ar^^d" adder.
But hald m© £aft' and fear me not,
I am 3<our bairn's father.
They 11 turn me to a bear fae guin.
And then a lion bold.
But hold nifc fa ft and -frat me' not^
A.s ye fhall love your child.
\^.'iu ihcy tl turn ttip in i-our arms.
To a red het gaud of aim.
But hold me faft and fear me not,
I'll do to you nae harm.
And laft they 11 turn me in _jour arms,
Int/) the burning lead;
Then throw me into we J I water,
O throw me in wi' fptfed .
And then f II be ynut ain true love,
I'll turn a naked knight.
Then cover jne wi' vour green maritlf,
And coyer nie out o' fight.
Gloomy, gloomy was the ni^ht.
And eerie was the way.
As fair Jehny in her green mantle
To Milefcroft fhe did gae.
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