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What gar's ye pu' the rose Janet |
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What gars ye break the tree |
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I'll come and go by carter haugh |
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And ask me leave of thee. |
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He's ta'en her by the milk white hand |
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And by the grass green sleeve |
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He's led her to the fairy ground |
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And spierd at her nae leave |
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A word I winna lie Janet |
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The truth to thee I'll tell |
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My father was a noble knight |
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And loved hunting well |
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And on a cold and frosty day |
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Down from my horse I fell |
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The queen of fairies she caught me |
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In yon green hill to dwell |
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And at the end of seven years |
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We pay a tiend to hell |
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I am sae fair and fu'of flesh |
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I'm feared it be myself |
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This night is Hallwe'en Janet |
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When fairy folk moun ride |
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And they that would their truelove win |
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At miles cross they must bide |
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So gloomy gloomy was the night |
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And eiry was the way |
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As Janet in her mantle green |
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To miles Cross she did gae |
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And then upspoke the Fairy Queen |
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Tam Lin if I had know |
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I would have pulled out both your eyes |
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To give you eyes of stone |