This deed was done at Otterbourne, About the breaking of the day; Earl Douglas was buried at the braken bush, And the Percy led captive away. TAM LIN (_Child_, Part II., p. 340, Burns’s Version.) O I FORBID you, maidens a’, That wear gowd on your hair, To come or gae by Carterhaugh, For young Tam Lin is there. There’s nane that gaes by Carterhaugh But they leave him a wad, Either their rings, or green mantles, Or else their maidenhead. Janet has kilted her green kirtle A little aboon her knee, And she has braided her yellow hair A little aboon her bree, And she’s awa’ to Carterhaugh, As fast as she can hie. When she came to Carterhaugh Tam Lin was at the well, And there she fand his steed standing, But away was himsel. She had na pu’d a double rose, A rose but only twa, Till up then started young Tam Lin, Says, “Lady, thou’s pu nae mae. “Why pu’s thou the rose, Janet, And why breaks thou the wand? Or why comes thou to Carterhaugh Withoutten my command?” “Carterhaugh, it is my ain, My daddie gave it me; I’ll come and gang by Carterhaugh, And ask nae leave at thee.” * * * * * Janet has kilted her green kirtle A little aboon her knee, And she has snooded her yellow hair A little aboon her bree, And she is to her father’s ha, As fast as she can hie. Four and twenty ladies fair Were playing at the ba, And out then cam the fair Janet, Ance the flower amang them a’. Four and twenty ladies fair Were playing at the chess, And out then cam the fair Janet, As green as onie grass. Out then spak an auld grey knight, Lay oer the castle wa, And says, “Alas, fair Janet, for thee But we’ll be blamed a’.” “Haud your tongue, ye auld-fac’d knight, Some ill death may ye die! Father my bairn on whom I will, I’ll father nane on thee.” Out then spak her father dear, And he spak meek and mild; “And ever alas, sweet Janet,” he says. “I think thou gaes wi child.” “If that I gae wi’ child, father, Mysel maun bear the blame; There’s neer a laird about your ha Shall get the bairn’s name. “If my love were an earthly knight, As he’s an elfin grey, I wad na gie my ain true-love For nae lord that ye hae. “The steed that my true-love rides on Is lighter than the wind; Wi siller he is shod before Wi burning gowd behind.” Janet has kilted her green kirtle A little aboon her knee, And she has snooded her yellow hair A little aboon her bree, And she’s awa’ to Carterhaugh, As fast as she can hie. When she cam to Carterhaugh, Tam Lin was at the well, And there she fand his steed standing, But away was himsel.