4 When she came to Carterhaugh Tam Lin was at the well, And there she fand his steed standing, 5 She had na pu'd a double rose, Till up then started young Tam Lin, 6 Why pu's thou the rose, Janet, And why breaks thou the wand? Or why comes thou to Carterhaugh Withoutten my command?' 7 'Carterhaugh, it is my ain, My daddie gave it me; I'll come and gang by Carterhaugh, 20 30 And she has snooded 2 her yellow hair As fast as she can hie. And there she fand his steed standing, 19 She had na pu'd a double rose, 80 Tam Lin, Till up then started young 20Why pu's thou the rose, Janet, 21 'O tell me, tell me, Tam Lin,' she says, 'For's sake that died on tree, If eer ye was in holy chapel, 22 'Roxbrugh he was my grandfather, Took me with him to bide, And ance it fell upon a day That wae did me betide. 23 And ance it fell upon a day, A cauld day and a snell,3 90 When we were frae the hunting come, 24 And pleasant is the fairy land; 8 keen. 100 Then throw me into well water, 35 And then I'll be your ain true-love, 36 Gloomy, gloomy was the night, As fair Jenny in her green mantle 37 About the middle o the night 38 First she let the black pass by, 150 160 But quickly she ran to the milk-white steed, And pu'd the rider down. 39 Sae weel she minded what he did say, 170 40 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.' 41 Out then spak the Queen o Fairies, And an angry woman 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. 42 'But had I kend, Tam Lin,' she says, 'What now this night I see, I wad hae taen out thy twa grey een, YOUNG AKIN OR HIND ETIN 180 And she might hae wed some worthy prince, 6 Had she nae been stown by me. 15 'I was her father's cup-bearer, I catchd her on a misty night, 16 My luve to her was most sincere, 17 I'll shoot the buntin o the bush, And bring them to my dear mither, 18 It fell upo another day, This guid lord he thought lang, And he is to the hunting gaue, Took wi him his dog and gun. 19 Wi bow and arrow by his side, And left his seven children to stay 20 'OI will tell to you, mither, 60 70 'Speak on, speak on, my little wee boy, Ye 'se nae be quarrelld by me.' 21 As we came frae the hynd-hunting, We heard fine music ring: ' 'My blessings on you, my bonny boy, I wish I'd been there my lane.'7 22 He's taen his mither by the hand, And they are on thro Elmond's wood, 80 |