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Jenet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee;
And fhe hag fnooded cer yellow hair
A little aboon her brie;
And fhe a awa to Carterliaugh
As fa ft as fhe can hie
When fhe cam to Carterhaugh,
Tam-Lin was at the well;
And there fhe fand his fteed ftanding,
But away was himfel.
She had na pud a double rofe,
A rofe but only twa,
Till up then ftarted young Tam-Lin,
Says, Lady thou pus nae mae.
Why pus thou the rofe Janet,
Am&ng the groves fae green,
And a' to kill the bonie babe
That we gat us between.
tell nae, tell me, Tam-Lin fhe fays,
Four's fake that died on tree,
If eer ye was in holy chapel,
Or Chriftendom did fee.
Roxbrugh he was my grandfather,
Took me with him to bide
And ance it fell upon a day
That wae did me betide.
And ance it fell upon a day,
A cauld day and a fnell.
When we were frae the hunting come
That frae my horfe I fell.
The queen ©' Fairies fhe caught me,
In yon green hill to dwell,
And pleafant is the fairy- land;
But, an eerie tale to tell!
Ay at the end of feven years
We pay a tiend to hell.
1 am fae fair and fu' o' flefh
1 m fear'd it be myfel.
But the night is Halloween, lady,
The morn is Hallowday;
Then win me, win me, an ye will,
For weel I wat ye may.
Jaft at the mirk and midnight hour
The Tiirv folk will ride;
And they that wad their truelove win,
At Milefcrofs they maun bide.
But how fhall I thee, ken Tam-Lin,
Or how my true love know.
Amang fae mony unco knights,
The like I never faw.
O firft let pafs the black Lady,
And fyne let pafs the brown;
But quickly run to the milk white-
Pu ye his rider down. ( fteed,
For I'll ride on the milk-white fteed,
And ay neareft the town.
Becaufe I was an earthly knight
They gie me that renown.
My right hand will be glovd lady,
My left hand will be bare
Cockt up fhall my bonnet be,
And kaim'd down fhall my hair,
And thae's the takens I gie thee,
Nae doubt I will be there. - ^
They'll turn me in your arms lady,
Into an efk and adder,
But hald me faft and fear me not,
I am your bairn's father.
They 11 turn me to a bear fae grim ,
And then a lion bold,
But hold me faft and fear me not,
As ye fhall love your child.
Again they'll turn me in your 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 your arms.
Into the burning lead;
Then throw me into well water,
O throw me in wi' fpeed .
And then 1 11 be your ain true love,
I'll turn a naked knight.
Then cover me wi'your green mantle,
And cover me out o' fight.
Gloomy, gloomy was the night,
And eerie was the way,
As fair Jenny in her green mantle
To M'.lefcrofs fhe did gae.
Mr I