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TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS
' And last they'll turn me in your arms
Into the burning lead :
Then throw me into well water ;
O ! throw me in wi' speed.
' And then 111 be your ain true love,
I'll turn a naked knight ;
Then cover me wi' your green
mantle,
And cover me out o' sight.'
Gloomy, gloomy was the night,
And eerie was the way,
As fair Jenny in her green mantle,
To Milecross she did gae.
About the middle o' the night,
She heard the bridles ring ;
This lady was as glad at that
As any earthly thing.
First she let the black pass by.
And syne she let the brown ;
But quickly she ran to the milk-white
steed.
And pu'd the rider down.
Sae weel she minded what he did
say
And young Tam Lin did win ;
Syne cover'd him wi' her green
mantle,
As blythe's a bird in Spring.
Out then spak the queen o' fairies,
■ Out of a bush o' broom ;
'Them that has gotten young Tam
Lin
Has gotten a stately groom.'
Out then spak the queen o' fairies,
And an angry queen was she :
' Shame betide her ill-far'd face.
And an ill death may she die,
For she 's taen awa the boniest knight
In a' my companie.
' But had I kend, Tam Lin,' she says
' What now this night I see,
I wad hae taen out thy twa grey
een.
And put in twa een o' tree.'
No. 345. Aften hae I playd at the cards and
the dice.
Tune : The rantin laddie. Scots Musical Museum, 1796, No. 462.
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