She prink’d hersell and prinn’d hersell, By the ae light o’ the moon, And she’s away to Carterhaugh, To speak wi’ young Tamlane. And when she came to Carterhaugh, She gaed beside the well; But there she saw the steed standing, But away was himsell. She hadna pu’d a double rose, A rose but only twae, When up and started young Tamlane, Says—“Lady, thou pu’s nae mae! “Why pu’ ye the rose, Janet, Within this garden grene, And a’ to kill the bonny babe, That we got us between?” “The truth ye’ll tell to me, Tamlane, A word ye mauna lie; Gin e’er ye was in haly chapel, Or sained in Christentie?”— “The truth I’ll tell to thee, Janet, A word I winna lie; A knight me got, and a lady me bore, As well as they did thee. “Randolph, Earl Murray, was my sire, Dunbar, Earl March, is thine; We loved when we were children small, Which yet you well may mind. “When I was a boy just turn’d of nine, My uncle sent for me, To hunt, and hawk, and ride with him, And keep him companie. “There came a wind out of the north, A sharp wind and a snell; And a deep sleep came over me, And frae my horse I fell. “The Queen of Fairies keepit me, In yon green hill to dwell; And I’m a fairy, lyth and limb; Fair lady, view me well. “But we, that live in Fairyland, No sickness know, nor pain; I quit my body when I will, And take to it again. “I quit my body when I please, Or unto it repair; We can inhabit, at our ease, In either earth or air. “Our shapes and size we can convert To either large or small; An old nutshell’s the same to us As is the lofty hall. “We sleep in rose-buds soft and sweet, We revel in the stream; We wanton lightly on the wind, Or glide on a sunbeam. “And all our wants are well supplied From every rich man’s store, Who thankless sins the gifts he gets, And vainly grasps for more. “Then would I never tire, Janet, In elfish land to dwell; But aye, at every seven years, They pay the teind to hell; And I’m sae fat and fair of flesh, I fear ’twill be mysell. “This night is Hallowe’en, Janet, The morn is Hallowday; And, gin ye dare your true love win, Ye hae nae time to stay. “The night it is good Hallowe’en, When fairy folk will ride; And they that wad their true love win, At Miles Cross they maun bide.”— “But how shall I thee ken, Tamlane? Or how shall I thee knaw, Amang so 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. “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.