A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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^^ 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 am 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 yoitr true love win.
Ye hae na 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 hj.
Say na, and let them gae
The next company, that passes by,
Say na, and do right sae ;
The third company, that passes by.
Than 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.
* Hokl.
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