Tam Lin Balladry

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Tam Lin: Electronic Scotland

Source: Electronic Scotland

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Title: Tam Lin

Site reference number: 34

Summary

Lady Margaret travels to the green woods. She pulls branches down and is confronted by someone who then instructs her that on halloween night she can pull a rider from a horse to win the father of her child.

Tam Lin

  1. Lady Margaret, Lady Margaret
    Been sewing at a seam,
    She looked East, she looked West
    And she saw those merry green woods growing green,
    She saw those merry green woods.
  2. For she kiltit up her petticoats
    It's up to them she ran;
    And when she came to those merry green woods
    She pulled those branches down, my dear,
    She pulled those branches down.
  3. For it's there she spied a gentleman
    Coming through the wood to her side.
    'O it's who gave you oh leave my dear
    To pull those branches down, my dear,
    It's who gave you oh leave?'
  4. For it's onst I could pull those trees, those trees,
    It's onst I could pull those trees.
    It's onst I could pull those trees, those trees,
    All without the leave of you, my dear,
    All without the leave of you.
  5. For he catched her by the middle small;
    He gently laid her down;
    'It's since you've got your will of me
    Come tell to me your name, kind sir,
    Come tell to me your name.'
  6. 'For tomorrow it is new Halloween,
    And the quality's goin to ride;
    You'll pass them by at the old millbridge
    As they go ridin by, my dear,
    As they go ridin by.
  7. 'For the first will be is a white-milk steed
    And it's then there'll be a black;
    You'll hold his head, you'll fear no ill
    He's the father of your child, my dear,
    He's the father of your child.
  8. 'For the next will be
    Is into a snake so large;
    You'll hold his head, you'll fear no ill
    He's the father of your child, my dear,
    He's the father of your child.
  9. 'For the next will be
    Is into a naked man;
    You'll throw your mantle all around
    And cry, you're won, my dear, you're won,
    You're the father of my child.'

Version Notes

It is not clear if Tam Lin is the roder of the horse or the horse in this version.

Added to site: January 2003