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| O I FORBID 1 you, maidens a, | |
| That wear gowd on your hair, | |
| To come or gae by Carterhaugh, | |
| For young Tam Lin is there. | |
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| Theres nane that gaes by Carterhaugh 2 | 5 |
| But they leave him a wad, | |
| Either their rings, or green mantles, | |
| Or else their maidenhead. | |
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| Janet has kilted her green kirtle | |
| A little aboon her knee, | 10 |
| And she has broded her yellow hair | |
| A little aboon her bree, | |
| And shes awa to Carterhaugh, | |
| As fast as she can hie. | |
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| When she came to Carterhaugh | 15 |
| Tam Lin was at the well, | |
| And there she fand his steed standing, | |
| But away was himsel. | |
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| She had na pud a double rose, | |
| A rose but only twa, | 20 |
| Till up then started young Tam Lin, | |
| Says, Lady, thous pu nae mae! | |
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| Why pus thou the rose, Janet, | |
| And why breaks thou the wand? | |
| Or why comes thou to Carterhaugh | 25 |
| Withoutten my command? | |
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| Carterhaugh, it is my ain, | |
| My daddie gave it me; | |
| Ill come and gang by Carterhaugh, | |
| And ask nae leave at thee. | 30 |
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| Janet has kilted her green kirtle | |
| A little aboon her knee, | |
| And she has snooded her yellow hair | |
| A little aboon her bree, | |
| And she is to her fathers ha, | 35 |
| As fast as she can hie. | |
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| Four and twenty ladies fair | |
| Were playing at the ba, | |
| And out then cam the fair Janet, | |
| Ance the flower amang them a. | 40 |
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| Four and twenty ladies fair | |
| Were playing at the chess, | |
| And out then cam the fair Janet, | |
| As green as onie glass. | |
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| Out then spak an auld grey knight, | 45 |
| Lay oer the castle wa, | |
| And says, Alas, fair Janet, for thee | |
| But well be blamed a. | |
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| Haud your tongue, ye auld facd knight, | |
| Some ill death may ye die! | 50 |
| Father my bairn on whom I will, | |
| Ill father nane on thee. | |
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| Out then spak her father dear, | |
| And he spak meek and mild; | |
| And ever alas, sweet Janet, he says, | 55 |
| I think thou gaes wi child. | |
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| If that I gae wi child, father, | |
| Mysel maun bear the blame; | |
| Theres neer a laird about your ha | |
| Shall get the bairns name. | 60 |
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| If my love were an earthly knight, | |
| As hes an elfin grey, | |
| I wae na gie my ain true-love | |
| For nae lord that ye hae. | |
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| The steed that my true-love rides on | 65 |
| Is lighter than the wind; | |
| Wi siller he is shod before, | |
| Wi burning gowd behind. | |
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| Janet has kilted her green kirtle | |
| A little aboon her knee, | 70 |
| And she has snooded her yellow hair | |
| A little aboon her bree, | |
| And shes awa to Carterhaugh, | |
| As fast as she can hie. | |
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| When she cam to Carterhaugh, | 75 |
| Tam Lin was at the well, | |
| And there she fand his steed standing, | |
| But away was himsel. | |
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| She had na pud a double rose, | |
| A rose but only twa, | 80 |
| Till up then started young Tam Lin, | |
| Says, Lady, thou pus nae mae. | |
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| Why pus thou the rose, Janet, | |
| Amang the groves sae green, | |
| And a to kill the bonie babe | 85 |
| That we gat us between? | |
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| O tell me, tell me, Tam Lin, she says, | |
| Fors sake that died on tree, | |
| If eer ye was in holy chapel, | |
| Or christendom did see? | 90 |
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| Roxbrugh he was my grandfather, | |
| Took me with him to bide, | |
| And ance it fell upon a day | |
| That wae did me betide. | |
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| And ance it fell upon a day, | 95 |
| A cauld day and a snell, | |
| When we were frae the hunting come, | |
| That frae my horse I fell; | |
| The Queen o Fairies she caught me, | |
| In yon green hill to dwell. | 100 |
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| And pleasant is the fairy land, | |
| But, an eerie tale to tell, | |
| Ay at the end of seven years | |
| We pay a tiend to hell; | |
| I am sae fair and fu o flesh, | 105 |
| Im feard it be mysel. | |
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| But the night is Halloween, lady, | |
| The morn is Hallowday; | |
| Then win me, win me, an ye will, | |
| For weel I wat ye may. | 110 |
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| Just at the mirk and midnight hour | |
| The fairy folk will ride, | |
| And they that wad their true-love win, | |
| At Miles Cross they maun bide. | |
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| But how shall I thee ken, Tam Lin, | 115 |
| Or how my true-love know, | |
| Amang sae mony unco knights | |
| The like I never saw? | |
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| O first let pass the black, lady, | |
| And syne let pass the brown, | 120 |
| But quickly run to the milk-white steed, | |
| Pu ye his rider down. | |
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| For Ill ride on the milk-white steed, | |
| And ay nearest the town; | |
| Because I was an earthly knight | 125 |
| They gie me that renown. | |
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| My right hand will be glovd, lady, | |
| My left hand will be bare, | |
| Cockt up shall my bonnet be, | |
| And kaimd down shall my hair, | 130 |
| And thaes the takens I gie thee, | |
| Nae doubt I will be there. | |
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| Theyll turn me in your arms, lady, | |
| Into an esk and adder; | |
| But hold me fast, and fear me not, | 135 |
| I am your bairns father. | |
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| Theyll turn me to a bear sae grim, | |
| And then a lion bold; | |
| But hold me fast, and fear me not, | |
| As ye shall love your child. | 140 |
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| Again theyll turn me in your arms | |
| To a red hot gaud of airn; | |
| But hold me fast, and fear me not, | |
| Ill do to you nae harm. | |
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| And last theyll turn me in your arms | 145 |
| Into the burning gleed; | |
| Then throw me into well water, | |
| O throw me in wi speed. | |
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| And then Ill be your ain true-love, | |
| Ill turn a naked knight; | 150 |
| Then cover me wi your green mantle, | |
| And cover me out o sight. | |
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| Gloomy, gloomy was the night, | |
| And eerie was the way, | |
| As fair Jenny in her green mantle | 155 |
| To Miles Cross she did gae. | |
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| About the middle o the night | |
| She heard the bridles ring; | |
| This lady was as glad at that | |
| As any earthly thing. | 160 |
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| First she let the black pass by, | |
| And syne she let the brown; | |
| But quickly she ran to the milk-white steed, | |
| And pud the rider down. | |
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| Sae weel she minded what he did say, | 165 |
| And young Tam Lin did win; | |
| Syne coverd him wi her green mantle, | |
| As blythes a bird in spring. | |
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| Out then spak the Queen o Fairies, | |
| Out of a bush o broom: | 170 |
| Them that has gotten young Tam Lin | |
| Has gotten a stately groom. | |
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| Out then spak the Queen o Fairies, | |
| And an angry woman was she: | |
| Shame betide her ill-fard face, | 175 |
| And an ill death may she die, | |
| For shes taen awa the bonniest knight | |
| In a my companie. | |
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| But had I kend, Tam Lin, she says, | |
| What now this night I see, | 180 |
| I wad hae taen out thy twa grey een, | |
| And put in twa een o tree. | |