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Tam Lin

I charge ye, a' ye ladies fair, That wear goud in your hair, To come an gang bye Carterhaugh, For young Tam Lien is there.

Then Janet kiltit her green cleadin A wee aboon her knee, An she's gane away to Carterhaugh, As fast as she can dree.
When Janet cam to Carterhaugh, Tam Lien was at the wall, An there he left his steed stannin, But away he gaed his sell.
She had na pu'd a red, red rose, A rose but only thre, Till up then startit young Tam Lien, Just at young Jenet's knee.
'What gars ye pu the rose, Janet, Briek branches frae the tree, An come an gang by Carterhaugh, An speir nae leave of me?'
'What need I speir leave o thee, Tam? What need I speir leave o thee, When Carterhaugh is a' mine ain, My father gae it me?'

She's kiltit up her green cleadin A wee aboon her knee, An she's away to her ain bower-door, As fast as she can dree.

There war four-an-twentie fair ladies A' dancin in a chess, An some war blue an some war green, But Janet was like the gress.
There war four-an-twentie fair ladies A' playin at the ba, An some war red an som wer white, But Jennet was like the snaw.