ANONYMOUS
XL
Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little abune the knee; And she has snooded her yellow hair
A little abune her bree, And she is on to Miles Cross
As fast as she can hie.
��About the dead hour o' the night She heard the bridles ring;
And Janet was as glad at that As any earthly thing.
XLII
And first gaed by the black, black steed, And syne gaed by the brown ,
But fast she gript the milk-white steed And pu'd the rider down.
XLIII She 's pu'd him frae the milk-white steed,
An' loot the bridle fa% And up there rase an eldritch cry,
'True Tam Lin he 's awa'!'
XL1V
They shaped him in her arms twa
An aske but and a snake; But aye she grips and hau'ds him fast
To be her warldis make.
loot] let. eldritch] unearthly.
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