'O wae be to thee, Lady Margaret," he said, For if you had told me he was your son, THE YOUNG TAMLANE. A fragment of this singular story appeared in Herd's Collection, 1776. It was inserted complete in Scott's "Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border,' prefaced by an admirable essay on the Fairy Mythology of Scotland. But Scott either interpolated himself, or adopted the interpolations by others, of at least a dozen stanzas-bearing the stamp of "modern antiquity" so visibly and palpably about them, as not only to spoil the charm of the ballad, but to fail in deceiving the most careless reader. Professor Aytoun, in his recent collection, presents the public with a version amended by and collated with several others; but I have preferred to republish that of Sir Walter Scott, with the omission of the modern stanzas, that add nothing to the story, and that have the additional demerit of weakening the strength and diluting the sturdy beauty of the original.-C. M. O I FORBID ye, maidens a', That wear gowd on your hair, There's nane, that gaes by Carterhaugh, Now, gowd rings ye may buy, maidens, But up then spak her fair Janet, Janet has kilted her green kirtle,* And when she came to Carterhaugh, And there she fand his steed standing, She hadna pu'd a red, red rose, A rose but barely three; Till up and starts a wee, wee man, Says "Why pu' ye the rose, Janet? "Oh I will pu' the flowers," she said, I'll ask nae leave o' thee." * The ladies are always represented, in Dunbar's poems, with green mantles and yellow hair.-Maitland Poems, vol. i. p. 45. He's ta'en her by the milk-white hand, He's ta'en her by the milk-white hand, Amang the roses red; And what they did I cannot say She ne'er returned a maid. When she cam to her father's ha', They thought she'd dreed some sair Or been wi' some leman. She didna comb her yellow hair, Nor make meikle o' her heid; And ilka thing that lady took Was like to be her deid. It's four and twenty ladies fair Four and twenty ladies fair Were playing at the chess; And out there came the fair Janet, As green as any grass. Out and spak an auld gray-headed knight, Lay o'er the castle wa' "And ever alas! for thee, Janet, But we 'll be blamed a'!" "Now haud your tongue, ye auld gray knight, And an 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 if I be with child, father, "And if I be with child, father, "If my love were an earthly knight, As he's an elfin gray, I wadna gie my ain true love For nae lord that ye hae." She princked hersel' and prinned hersel', By the ae light of the moon, And she's away to Carterhaugh, And when she cam' to Carterhaugh, And there she saw the steed standing, She hadna pu'd a double rose, When up and started young Tamlane, "Why pu' ye the red, red rose, Janet, And a' to kill the bonny babe, That we got us between?" "The truth ye'll tell to me, Tamlane; A word ye mauna lie; "The truth I'll tell to thee, Janet, A knight me got, and a lady me bore, "Randolph, Earl Murray, was my sire, "When I was a boy just turned of nine, My uncle sent for me, To hunt, and hawk, and ride with him, And keep him companie. "There came a wind out of the north, A sharp wind and a snell; And a dead sleep came over me, And frae my horse I fell. * "Sained:" hallowed. |