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TAM-A-LINE. |
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Because he was an earthly man, Got that for a renown.
And out at the steed's right nostril, He breath'd a fiery flame ;
She loots her low, an' sains hersel, And she was busy then.
She's taen the horse then by the head,
And loot the bridle fa'; The Queen o' Elfin she cried out,— " True Tam-a-Line's awa'."
" Stay still, true Tam-a-Line," she says,
" Till I pay you your fee;" " His father wants not lands nor rents, He'll ask nae fee frae thee."
" Gin I had kent yestreen, yestreen. What I ken weel the day, I shou'd hae taen your fu' fause heart, Gien you a heart o' clay."
Then he appeared into her arms Like the wolf that ne'er wad tame;
She held him fast, lat him not gae, Case they ne'er met again.
Then he appeared into her arms
Like the fire burning bauld; She held him fast, lat him not gae, He was as iron cauld.
And he appeared into her arms Like the adder an' the snake; |
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