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THE TODNG TAMLANE. |
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Cast your green mantle over me — I'll be myself again."—
Gloomy, gloomy, was the night,
And eiry was the way, As fair Janet, in her green mantle, is»
To Miles Cross she did gae.
Betwixt the hours of twelve and one,
A north wind tore the bent; And straight she heard strange elritch sounds
Upon that wind which went 190
About the dead hour o' the night,
She heard the bridles ring; And Janet was as glad 0' that
As any earthly thing.
Will o' Wisp before them went, »s
Sent forth a twinkling light; And soon she saw the Fairy bands
All riding in her sight.
And first gaed by the black black steed, And then gaed by the brown; ao
But fast she gript the milk-white steed, And pu'd the rider down.
She pu'd him frae the milk-white steed, And loot the bridle fa'; |
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