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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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