Motherwell's Note-book, p. 13.
| 1 |
Lady Margaret is over gravel green,
And over gravel grey,
And she's awa to Charteris ha,
Lang lang three hour or day. |
| 2 |
She hadna pu'd a flower, a flower,
A flower but only ane,
Till up and started young Tamlin,
Says, Lady, let alane. |
| 3 |
She hadna pu'd a flower, a flower,
A flower but only twa,
Till up and started young Tamlene,
Atween her and the wa. |
| 4 |
'How daur you pu my flower, madam?
How daur ye break my tree?
How daur ye come to Charter's ha,
Without the leave of me?' |
| 5 |
'Weel I may pu the rose,' she said,
'But I daurna break the tree;
And Charter's ha is my father's,
And I'm his heir to be.' |
| 6 |
'If Charteris ha be thy father's,
I was ance as gude mysell;
But as I came in by Lady Kirk,
And in by Lady Well, |
| 7 |
'Deep and drowsy was the sleep
On my poor body fell;
By came the Queen of Faery,
Made me with her to dwell. |
| 8 |
'But the morn at een is Halloween,
Our fairy foks a' do ride;
And she that will her true-love win,
At Blackstock she must bide. |
| 9 |
'First let by the black,' he said,
'And syne let by the brown;
But when you see the milk-white steed,
You'll pull his rider down. |
| 10 |
'You'll pull him into thy arms,
Let his bricht bridle fa,
And he'll fa low into your arms
Like stone in castle's wa. |
| 11 |
'They'll first shape him into your arms
An adder or a snake;
But hold him fast, let him not go,
He'll be your world's make. |
| 12 |
'They'll next shape him into your arms
Like a wood black dog to bite;
Hold him fast, let him not go,
For he'll be your heart's delight. |
| 13 |
'They'll next shape [him] into your arms
Like a red-het gaud o airn;
But hold him fast, let him not go,
He's the father o your bairn. |
| 14 |
'They'll next shape him into your arms
Like the laidliest worm of Ind;
But hold him fast, let him not go,
And cry aye "[Young Tamlin."]'
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| 15 |
Lady Margaret first let by the black,
And syne let by the brown,
But when she saw the milk-white steed
She pulled the rider down. |
| 16 |
She pulled him into her arms,
Let his bright bridle fa',
And he fell low into her arms,
Like stone in castle's wa. |
| 17 |
They first shaped him into arms
An adder or a snake;
But she held him fast, let him not go,
For he'd be her warld's make. |
| 18 |
They next shaped him into her arms
Like a wood black dog to bite;
But she held him fast, let him not go,
For he'd be her heart's delight. |
| 19 |
They next shaped him into her arms
Like a red-het gaud o airn;
But she held him fast, let him not go,
He'd be father o her bairn. |
| 20 |
They next shaped him into her arms
Like the laidliest worm of Ind;
But she held him fast, let him not go,
And cried aye 'Young Tamlin.' |
| 21 |
The Queen of Faery turned her horse about,
Says, Adieu to thee, Tamlene!
For if I had kent what I ken this night,
If I had kent it yestreen,
I wad hae taen out thy heart o flesh,
And put in a heart o stane. |
