(_burd_, maid. _row_, wrap.) [Illustration: 0266[ YOUNG TAM LIN. |O I forbid ye, 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. (_wad_, wager, forfeit. _bree_, brow.) When she came to Carterhaugh, Tam Lin was at the well; And there she found his steed standing, But away was himsel'. [Illustration: 0267] She hadna 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, Withouten my command?"-- --"Carterhaugh it is my ain; My daddy 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 fathers ha' As fast as she can hie. Four and twenty ladies fair Were playing at the ba'; And out then came fair Janet, Ance the flower among them a'. Four and twenty ladies fair Were playing at the chess; And out then came the fair Janet, As green as any grass. Out then spak an auld gray knight, Lay o'er the castle wa,-- And says, "Alas! fair Janet, for thee, But we'll be blamed a'!"-- "Haud 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."-- Out then spak her father dear, And he spak meek and mild-- "And ever, alas! sweet Janet," he says, "I think thou gaes with child."-- "And if I gae with child, father, Mysel' maun bear the blame; There's ne'er a laird about your ha' Shall get the bairnie's name. [Illustration: 0269] "If my love were an earthly knight, As he's an elfin grey, I wadna 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. And when she came to Carterhaugh, Tam Lin was at the well; And there she found his steed standing, But away was himsel'. [Illustration: 0270] She hadna pu'd a double rose, A rose but only twa, Till up then started young Tam Lin, Says--"Lady, thou pu's nae mae! "Why pu' ye the rose, Janet, Amang the groves sae green,