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124 THE TOUNG TAMLANE. |
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And up there raise an erlish cry — 20s
" He's won amang us a'! "—
They shaped him in fair Janet's arms,
An esk, but and an adder ; She held him fast in every shape—
To be her bairn's father. 210
They shaped him in her arms at last,
A mother-naked man: She wrapt him in her green mantle,
And sae her true love wan !
Up then spake the Queen o' Fairies, 214 Out o' a bush 0' broom — " She that has borrow'd young Tamlane, Has gotten a stately groom."—
Up then spake the Queen 0' Fairies,
Out o' a bush o' rye — *»
" She's ta'en awa the bonniest knight In a' my cumpanie.
" But had I kenn'd, Tamlane," she says, " A lady wad borrow'd thee — I wad ta'en out thy twa grey een, 22s
Put in twa een 0' tree.
" Had I but kenn'd, Tamlane," she says, " Before ye came frae hame — |
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