Says "Whether have you left with me
Your bracelet or your glove?

Or are you returned back again
To know more of my love?"

Glasgerion swore a full great oath,
"By oak and ash and thorn,
Lady! I was never in your chamber
Sith the time that I was born."

"O then it was your lither foot page Falsely hath beguiled me;"

And then she pull'd forth a little penknife That hanged by her knee,

Says "There shall never no churl's blood Spring within my body."

Home then went Glasgerion,

A woe man, good! was he;

Says "Come thou hither, Jack, my boy! Come thou hither to me!

"For if I had killed a man to-night,

Jack! I would tell it thee;

But if I have not kill'd a man to-night,
Jack! thou hast killed three."

And he pull'd out his bright brown sword
And dried it on his sleeve;

And he smote off that lither lad's head,
And ask'd no man no leave.

He set the sword's point till his breast,
The pummel till a stone :
Through the falseness of that lither lad
These three lives were all gone.

TAMLANE.

"O I forbid ye, maidens a'
That wear gowd on your hair!
To come or gae by Carterhaugh,
For young Tamlane is there.

"There's nane that gaes by Carterhaugh,
But maun leave him a wad :
Either gowd rings or green mantles,
Or else their maidenhood."

But up then spake her, fair Janet,
The fairest of a' her kin,-
"I'll come and gae by Carterhaugh
And ask nae leave o' him."

She has kilted her green kirtle
A little abune her knee;

And she has braided her yellow hair
A little abune her bree.

She has prink'd hersel' and preen'd hersel'
By the ae light o' the moon ;

And she's awa to Carterhaugh
To speak wi' young Tamlane.

And when she came to Carterhaugh,
She gaed beside the well,

And there she found his steed standing,

But he wasna there himsel'.

She hadna pu'd a red red rose,

A rose but barely three,

When up and started young Tamlane;

Says "Lady! let a-be!"

Says "Why pu' ye the rose? Janet!

What gars ye break the tree?

Or why come ye to Carterhaugh
Withouten leave o' me?"

Says "Carterhaugh it is mine ain,-
My father gave it me ;

I'll come and gae by Carterhaugh,
And ask no leave o' thee."

He's ta'en her by the milk-white hand
Amang the leaves so green,

And sair and mickle was the love
That fell the twa between.

"The truth ye'll tell to me, Tamlane!
(A word ye maunna lee)
Gin ever ye was in holy chapel
Or sain'd in Christentie."

"The truth I'll tell to thee, Janet! A word I winna lee :

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I was ta'en to the good church door,
And sain'd as well as thee.

'Randolph, Earl Murray, was my sire,
Dunbar, Earl March, was thine;
We loved when we were children small,
Which yet you well may mind.

"When I was a boy just turn'd o' nine, My uncle sent for me,

To hunt and hawk and ride wi' him,
And keep him company.

"There came a wind out of the North, A sharp wind and a snell;

And a dead sleep came over me,

And frae my horse I fell ;

The Queen o' Fairies keppit me,
In yon green hill to dwell.

"And I would never tire, Janet!
In Fairy-land to dwell,
But aye at ilka seven years

They pay the tithe to Hell;
And I am sae fat and fair o' flesh,
I fear 'twill be mysel'.

"This night is Hallow-E'en, Janet !
The morn is Hallow-Day :

And gin ye dare your true Love win,
Ye hae nae time to stay.

"The night it is good Hallow-E'en,
When fairy folk will ride ;

And she that would her true Love win
At Miles Cross she maun bide.

"And ye maun gae to the Miles Cross
Between twelve hours and one ;

Take holy water in your hand,
And cast a compass roun'!"

"And how shall I thee knaw? Tamlane!
And how shall I thee knaw,
Amang sae many unearthly knights
The like I never saw?"

"The first company that passes by,
Say na, and let them gae!
The next company that passes by,
Say na, and do right sae!
The third company that passes by,
Then I'll be ane o' thae.

"For I will ride on a milk-white steed, Wi' a gold star in my crown:

Because I was a christen'd knight,
They gi'e me that renown.

"First let pass the black, Janet!

And syne let pass the brown!
But grip ye to the milk-white steed,
And pu' the rider down!

"They'll turn me in your arms, Janet!
An adder and a snake;

But haud me fast! let me not pass,
Gin ye would be my make!

"They'll turn me in your arms, Janet!
An adder and an aske;

They'll turn me in your arms, Janet!
A bale that burns fast.

"And last they'll shape me in your arms
A mother-naked man ;
Cast your green mantle over me!
I'll be mysel' again."

Gloomy, gloomy, was the night,

And eerie was the way,

As fair Janet in her green mantle,
To Miles Cross she did gae.

There's holy water in her hand
She cast a compass round;
And straight she sees a fairy band
Come riding o'er the mound.

And first gaed by the black black steed,
And then gaed by the brown ;

But fast she gript the milk-white steed
And pu'd the rider down.

She pu'd him frae the milk-white steed,
And loot the bridle fa';