Sae weel she minded what he did say, And young Tam Lin did win; Syne covered him wi' her green mantle, As blithe's a bird in spring. Out then spake the Queen o' Fairies, Out of a bush o' broom-- "Them that has gotten young Tam Lin, Has gotten a stately groom."-- Out then spake the Queen o' Fairies, And an angry women was she, "Shame betide her ill-fared face, And an ill death may she die, For she's taen awa' the bonniest knight In a my company. "But had I kenn'd, Tam Lin," she says, "What now this night I see, I wad hae taen out thy twa grey een, Put in twa een o' tree." (_tree_, wood.) THE BROOMFIELD HILL |There was a knight and a lady bright, Had a true tryst at the broom; The ane gaed early in the morning, The other in the afternoon. And aye she sat in her mothers bower door, And aye she made her mane, "O whether should I gang to the Broomfield hill, Or should I stay at hame? "For if I gang to the Broomfield hill, My maidenhead is gone; And if I chance to stay at hame, My love will ca' me mansworn."-- Up then spake a witch-woman, Ay from the room aboon; "O, ye may gang to Broomfield hill, And yet come maiden hame. "For when ye come to the Broomfield hill, Yell find your love asleep, With a silver belt about his head, And a broom-cow at his feet. (_mansworn_, perjured. _broom-cow_, bush of broom.) "Take ye the blossom of the broom, The blossom it smells sweet, And strew it at your true love's head, And likewise at his feet. "Take ye the rings off your fingers, Put them on his right hand, To let him know, when he doth awake, His love was at his command."-- She pu'd the broom flower on Hive-hill, And strew'd on's white hals-bane, And that was to be wittering true, That maiden she had gane. "O where were ye, my milk-white steed, That I hae coft sae dear, That wadna watch and waken me, When there was maiden here?"-- "I stamped wi' my foot, master, And gar'd my bridle ring -, But nae kin thing wad waken ye, Till she was past and gane."-- "And wae betide ye, my gay gosshawk, That I did love sae dear, That wadna watch and waken me, When there was maiden here."-- (_hals_ neck. _wittering_, witness. _coft_, bought. _gar'd,_ made. _kin_ kind of.) "I clapped wi' my wings, master, And aye my bells I rang, And aye cry'd, Waken, waken, master, Before the lady gang."-- "But haste and haste, my gude white steed, To come the maiden till, Or a' the birds of gude green wood Of your flesh shall have their fill."-- "Ye needna burst your gude white steed, Wi' racing oer the howm; Nae bird flies faster through the wood, Than she fled through the broom." Young Johnstone |Young Johnstone and the young Col'nel Sat drinking at the wine: "O gin ye wad marry my sister,