But quickly she ran to the milk-white steed,
And pu'd the rider down.
Sae weel she minded what he did say,
And young Tam Lin did win;
Syne covered him wi' her green mantle,
As blithe's a bird in spring.
Out then spake the Queen o' Fairies,
Out of a bush o' broom—
"Them that has gotten young Tam Lin,
Has gotten a stately groom."—