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Janet has kilted her green mantle
A little above her knee,
And she has braided her yellow hair
A little above her bree,
And she's away to Carterhaugh
As fast as she can hie.

She had not pulled a double rose,
A rose but only two,
Till upon her started young Tam Lin,
Says, "Lady, pull no more."

"Carterhaugh, it is my own,
My daddy gave it me,
I'll come and go by Carterhaugh,
And ask no leave of thee."