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 ANONYMOUS

xv

'Hauld your tongue, ye auld-faced knight,

Some ill death may ye die' Father my bairn on whom I will,

I'll father nane on thee.

XVI


 * O if my love were an earthly knight,

As he is an elfin gay, I wadna gie my ain true-love

For nae laird that ye hae.

XVII

c The steed that my true-love rides on

Is fleeter nor the wind; Wi' siller he is shod before,

Wi' burning gold behind.'

��Out then spak' her brither dear

He meant to do her harm* 'There grows an herb in Carterhaugh

Will twine you an 3 the bairn.'

XIX

Janet has kilted her green kirtle

A little abune her knee. And she has snooded her yellow hair

A little abune her bree, And she 's awa' to Carterhaugh

As fast as she can hie.

twine] part, sunder.

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