"And never would I tire, Janet, In fairy-land to dwell; But aye, at every seven years, They pay the teind to hell; And I'm sae fat and fair of flesh, I fear 'twill be mysell! "The morn at e'en is Hallowe'en; Our fairy court will ride, Through England and through Scotland baith, And through the warld sae wide, And if that ye wad borrow me, At Miles Cross ye maun bide. "And ye maun gae to the Miles Cross, Between twelve hours and one, Tak' haly water in your hand, And cast a compass roun'." "But how shall I thee ken, Tamlane, And how shall I thee knaw, Amang the throng o' fairy folk, The like I never saw?" "The first court that comes alang, Ye'll let them a' pass by; The neist court that comes alang Salute them reverently. "The third court that comes alang Is clad in robes o' green, And it's the head court of them a', And in it rides the Queen. "And I upon a milk-white steed, Wi' a gold star in my croun; Because I am a christen'd knight They give me that renoun. 'First let pass the black, Janet, And syne let pass the broun, But grip ye to the milk-white steed, And pu' the rider doun. "My right hand will be glov'd, Janet, My left hand will be bare, And thae's the tokens I gie thee; Nae doubt I will be there. "Ye'll seize upon me with a spring,