A rose but barely twae, When up there started young Tamlane, Says, "Lady, thou pu's nae mae." "Now ye maun tell the truth," she said, A word ye maunna lie; O, were ye ever in haly chapel, Or sained in Christentie?" "The truth I'll tell to thee, Janet, A word I winna lie; I was ta'en to the good church-door, And sained as well as thee. "Randolph, Earl Murray, was my sire, Dunbar, Earl March, was thine; We loved when we were children small, Which yet you well may mind. "When I was a boy just turned of nine, My uncle sent for me, To hunt, and hawk, and ride with him, And keep him companie. "There came a wind out of the north, A sharp wind and a snell, And a dead sleep came over me, And frae my horse I fell; The Queen of Fairies she was there, And took me to hersell. "And we, that live in Fairy-land, Nae sickness know nor pain; I quit my body when I will, And take to it again. "I quit my body when I please, Or unto it repair; We can inhabit at our ease In either earth or air. "Our shapes and size we can convert To either large or small; An old nut-shell's the same to us As is the lofty hall. "We sleep in rose-buds soft and sweet, We revel in the stream; We wanton lightly on the wind, Or glide on a sunbeam.