3
She let her seam fall to her foot,
The needle to her toe,
And she has gone to Chaster's wood,
As fast as she could go.
4
When she began to pull the flowers,
She pulld both red and green;
Then by did come, and by did go,
Said, Fair maid, let aleene.
5
'O why pluck you the flowers, lady,
Or why climb you the tree?
Or why come ye to Chaster's wood
Without the leave of me?'
6
'O I will pull the flowers,' she said,
'Or I will break the tree,
For Chaster's wood it is my own,
I'll no ask leave at thee.'
7
He took her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass green sleeve,
And laid her low down on the flowers,
At her he asked no leave.
8
The lady blushed, and sourly frowned,
And she did think great shame;
Says, 'If you are a gentleman,
You will tell me your name.'
9
'First they did call me Jack,' he said,
'And then they called me John,
But since I lived in the fairy court
Tomlin has always been my name.
10
'So do not pluck that flower, lady,
That has these pimples gray;
They would destroy the bonny babe
That we've got in our play.'
11
'O tell me, Tomlin,' she said,
'And tell it to me soon,
Was you ever at good church-door,
Or got you christendoom?'
12
'O I have been at good church-door,
And aff her yetts within;
I was the Laird of Foulis's son,
The heir of all this land.