3
'Now gowd rings ye may buy, maidens,
Green mantles ye may spin,
But, gin ye lose your maidenheid,
Ye'll neer get that agen.'
4
But up then spak her, fair Janet,
The fairest o a' her kin:
'I'll cum and gang to Carterhaugh,
And ask nae leave o him.'
5
Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little abune her knee,
And she has braided her yellow hair
A little abune her bree.
6
And when she came to Carterhaugh,
She gaed beside the well,
And there she fand his steed standing,
But away was himsell.
7
She hadna pu'd a red red rose,
A rose but barely three,
Till up and starts a wee wee man,
At lady Janet's knee.
8
Says, Why pu ye the rose, Janet?
What gars ye break the tree?
Or why come ye to Carterhaugh,
Withouten leave o me?
9
Says, Carterhaugh it is mine ain,
My daddie gave it me;
I'll come and gang to Carterhaugh,
And ask nae leave o thee.
10
He's taen her by the milk-white hand,
Among the leaves sae green,
And what they did I cannot tell,
The green leaves were between.
11
He's taen her by the milk-white hand,
Among the roses red,
And what they did I cannot say,
She neer returnd a maid.
12
When she cam to her father's ha,
She looked pale and wan;
They thought she'd dreed some sair sickness,
Or been with some leman.