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XXXV

'Ye'll tak* my horse then by the head

And let the bridle fa'; The Queen o' Elfin she'll cry out

"True Tarn Lin he 's awa'!"

XXXVI

'They'll turn me in your arms, ladye,

An aske but and a snake; But hauld me fast, let me na gae,

To be your warldis make.

XXXVII

'They'll turn me in your arms, ladye,

But and a deer so wild, But hauld me fast, let me na gae,

The father o' your child.

XXXVIII

'They'll shape me in your arms, ladye,

A hot iron at the fire; But hauld me fast, let me na gae,

To be your heart's desire.

xxxix 'They'll shape me last in your arms, Janet,

A mother-naked man ; Cast your green mantle over me,

And sae will I be won.*

aske] newt, lizard. make] mate, husband.

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