Joann Keesey, 1999: Obsidian Magazine, No. 2
Photo, scottish sword dancer: "vicker78".
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A traditional Scottish ballad, edited by Joann Keesey.
Janet and Tam Lin
The King forbade his maidens a'
That wore gold in their hair
To come and go by Carterhaugh,
For the young Tam Lin is there.
And those that go by Carterhaugh
From them he takes a wad,
Either their rings or green mantles
Or else their maidenheads!
So Janet has kilted her green mantle
Just a little above her knee,
And she has gone to Carterhaugh
Just as fast as she could flee.
She had not pulled a double rose,
A rose but three or four,
When up and spoke this young Tam Lin,
Crying 'Lady, pull no more!'
'How dare you pull those flowers!
How dare you break those wands!
How dare you come to Carterhaugh
Withouten my command?'
anet and Tam Lin: