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TOM LINN. 269 |
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" 0 tell to me, Tomlinn," she said,
" And tell it to me soon; Was you ever at a good church door,
Or got you Christendom ? "
"01 have been at good church door, 45
And oft her yetts within ; I was the Laird of Foulis's son,
The heir of all his land.
" But it fell once upon a day,
As hunting I did ride, so
As I rode east and west yon hill,
Then woe did me betide.
" O drowsy, drowsy as I was,
Dead sleep upon me fell; The Queen of Fairies she was there, m
And took me to hersel.
" The morn at even is Hallowe'en,
Our Fairy court will ride, Through England and through Scotland both,
Through all the world wide; >»
And if that ye would me borrow,
At Rides Cross ye may bide.
" You may go into the Miles Moss,
Between twelve hours and one; Take holy water in your hand, 65
And cast a compass round.
" The first court that comes along, You'll let them all pass by; |
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