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'What gars ye pu' the rose, Janet? What gars ye break the tree? What gars ye come to Carterhaugh Without the leave o' me?'
'Weel may I pu' the rose,' she says, 'And ask no leave at thee; For Carterhaugh it is my ain, My daddy gave it me.'
He's ta'en her by the milk-white hand, And by the grass-green sleeve, He's led her to the fairy ground At her he ask'd nae leave.
Janet has kilted her green kirtle A little abune her knee, And she has snooded her yellow hair A little abune her bree, And she is to her father's ha' As fast as she can hie.
But when she came to her father's ha', She look'd sae wan and pale, They thought the lady had gotten a fright, Or with sickness she did ail.
Four and twenty ladies fair Were playing at the ba', And out then came fair Janet Ance the flower amang them a'.
Four and twenty ladies fair Were playing at the chess, And out then came fair Janet As green as onie glass.
Out then spak' an auld grey knight 'Lay owre the Castle wa', And says, 'Alas, fair Janet! For thee we'll be blam?d a'.'
'Hauld your tongue, ye auld-faced knight, Some ill death may ye die! Father my bairn on whom I will, I'll father nane on thee.
'O if my love were an earthly knight, As he is an elfin gay, I wadna gie my ain true-love For nae laird that ye hae.
'The steed that my true-love rides on Is fleeter nor the wind; Wi' siller he is shod before, Wi' burning gold behind.'
Out then spak' her brither dear-- He meant to do her harm: 'There grows an herb in Carterhaugh Will twine you an' the bairn.'
Janet has kilted her green kirtle A little abune her knee, And she has snooded her yellow hair A little abune her bree, And she's awa' to Carterhaugh As fast as she can hie.
She hadna pu'd a leaf, a leaf, A leaf but only twae, When up and started young Tam Lin, Says, 'Ladye, thou's pu' nae mae.
'How dar' ye pu' a leaf?' he says, 'How dar' ye break the tree? How dar' ye scathe my babe,' he says, 'That's between you and me?'
'O tell me, tell me, Tam,' she says, 'For His sake that died on tree, If ye were ever in holy chapel Or sain'd in Christentie?'
'The truth I'll tell to thee, Janet, Ae word I winna lee; A knight me got, and a lady me bore, As well as they did thee.
'Roxburgh he was my grandfather, Took me with him to bide; And ance it fell upon a day, As hunting I did ride,
'There came a wind out o' the north, A sharp wind an' a snell, A dead sleep it came over me And frae my horse I fell; And the Queen o' Fairies she took me In yon green hill to dwell.
'And pleasant is the fairy land For those that in it dwell, But ay at end of seven years They pay a teind to hell; I am sae fair and fu' o' flesh I'm fear'd 'twill be mysell.
'But the night is Hallowe'en, Janet, The morn is Hallowday; Then win me, win me, an ye will, For weel I wat ye may.
'The night it is gude Hallowe'en, The fairy folk do ride, And they that wad their true-love win, At Miles Cross they maun bide.'--
'But how should I you ken, Tam Lin, How should I borrow you, Amang a pack of uncouth knights The like I never saw?'--
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'You'll do you down to Miles Cross Between twel' hours and ane, And fill your hands o' the holy water And cast your compass roun'.
'The first company that passes by, Say na, and let them gae; The neist company that passes by, Say na, and do right sae; The third company that passes by, Then I'll be ane o' thae.
'O first let pass the black, ladye, And syne let pass the brown; But quickly run to the milk-white steed, Pu' ye his rider down.
'For some ride on the black, ladye, And some ride on the brown; But I ride on a milk-white steed, A gowd star on my crown: Because I was an earthly knight They gie me that renown.
'My right hand will be gloved, ladye, My left hand will be bare, And thae's the tokens I gie thee: Nae doubt I will be there.
'Ye'll tak' my horse then by the head And let the bridle fa'; The Queen o' Elfin she'll cry out "True Tam Lin he's awa'!"
'They'll turn me in your arms, ladye, An aske but and a snake; But hauld me fast, let me na gae, To be your warldis make.
'They'll turn me in your arms, ladye, But and a deer so wild; But hauld me fast, let me na gae, The father o' your child.
'They'll shape me in your arms, ladye, A hot iron at the fire; But hauld me fast, let me na go, To be your heart's desire.
'They'll shape me last in your arms, Janet, A mother-naked man; Cast your green mantle over me, And sae will I be won.'
Janet has kilted her green kirtle A little abune the knee; And she has snooded her yellow hair A little abune her bree, And she is on to Miles Cross As fast as she can hie.
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About the dead hour o' the night She heard the bridles ring; And Janet was as glad at that As any earthly thing.
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.
She's pu'd him frae the milk-white steed, An' loot the bridle fa', And up there rase an eldritch cry, 'True Tam Lin he's awa'!'
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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.
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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.
They shaped him in her arms at last A mother-naked man; She cast her mantle over him, And sae her love she wan.
Up then spak' the Queen o' Fairies, Out o' a bush o' broom, 'She that has borrow'd young Tam Lin Has gotten a stately groom.'
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