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ANONYMOUS
XXXV
'Ye'll tak* my horse then by the head
And let the bridle fa'; The Queen o' Elfin she'll cry out
"True Tarn Lin he 's awa'!"
XXXVI
'They'll turn me in your arms, ladye,
An aske but and a snake; But hauld me fast, let me na gae,
To be your warldis make.
XXXVII
'They'll turn me in your arms, ladye,
But and a deer so wild, But hauld me fast, let me na gae,
The father o' your child.
XXXVIII
'They'll shape me in your arms, ladye,
A hot iron at the fire; But hauld me fast, let me na gae,
To be your heart's desire.
xxxix 'They'll shape me last in your arms, Janet,
A mother-naked man ; Cast your green mantle over me,
And sae will I be won.*
aske] newt, lizard. make] mate, husband.
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