| Janet sits in her lonely room
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| Sewing a silken seam
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| And looking out on Carterhaugh
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| Among the roses green
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| And Janet sits in her lonely bower
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| Sewing a silken thread
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| And longed to be in Carterhaugh
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| Among the roses red
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| She’s let the seam fall at her heel
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| The needle to her toe
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| And she has gone to Carterhaugh
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| As fast as she can go
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| She hadn’t pulled a rose, a rose
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| A rose, but only one
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| When then appeared him, young Tamlin
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| Says, «Lady, let alone»
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| «What makes you pull the rose, the rose?
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| What makes you break the tree?
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| What makes you come to Carterhaugh
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| Without the leave of me?»
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| «But Carterhaugh is not your own
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| Roses there are many
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| I’ll come and go all as I please
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| And not ask leave of any»
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| And he has took her by the hand
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| Took her by the sleeve
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| And he has laid this lady down
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| Among the roses green
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| And he has took her by the arm
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| Took her by the hem
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| And he has laid this lady down
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| Among the roses red
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| There’s four and twenty ladies fair
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| Sewing at the silk
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| And Janet goes among them all
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| Her face as pale as milk
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| And four and twenty gentlemen
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| Playing at the chess
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| And Janet goes among them all
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| As green as any glass
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| Then up and spoke her father
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| He’s spoken meek and mild
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| «Oh, alas, my daughter
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| I fear you go with child»
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| «And is it to a man of might
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| Or to a man of means
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| Or who among my gentlemen
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| Shall give the babe his name?»
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| «Oh, father, if I go with child
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| This much to you I’ll tell
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| There’s none among your gentlemen
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| That I would treat so well»
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| «And, father, if I go with child
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| I must bear the blame
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| There’s none among your gentlemen
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| Shall give the babe his name»
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| She’s let the seam fall at her hell
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| The needle to her toe
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| And she has gone to Carterhaugh
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| As fast as she could go
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| And she is down among the weeds
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| Down among the thorn
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| When then appeared Tamlin again
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| Says, «Lady, pull no more»
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| «What makes you pull the poison rose?
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| What makes you break the tree?
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| What makes you harm the little babe
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| That I have got with thee?»
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| «Oh I will pull the rose, Tamlin
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| I will break the tree
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| But I’ll not bear the little babe
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| That you have got with me»
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| «If he were to a gentleman
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| And not a wild shade
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| I’d rock him all the winter’s night
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| And all the summer’s day»
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| «Then take me back into your arms
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| If you my love would win
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| And hold me tight and fear me not
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| I’ll be a gentleman»
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| «But first I’ll change all in your arms
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| Into a wild wolf
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| But hold me tight and fear me not
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| I am your own true love»
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| «And then I’ll change all in your arms
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| Into a wild bear
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| But hold me tight and fear me not
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| I am your husband dear»
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| «And then I’ll change all in your arms
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| Into a lion bold
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| But hold me tight and fear me not
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| And you will love your child»
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| At first he changed all in her arms
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| Into a wild wolf
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| She held him tight and feared him not
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| He was her own true love
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| And then he changed all in her arms
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| Into a wild bear
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| She held him tight and feared him not
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| He was her husband dear
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| And then he changed all in her arms
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| Into a lion bold
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| She held him tight and feared him not
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| The father of her child
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| And then he changed all in her arms
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| Into a naked man
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| She’s wrapped him in her coat so warm
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| And she has brought him home |