The Change

There once lived in a village in Sweden, a farmer, his wife and their little child. One market – day, they set out as usual for the nearby town, with their child, their carriage piled high with their farm-produce. On the way, a wild-hare ran across the road, suddenly, startling the horse, which reared, tilting … Read more

The Ballad of Tam Lin

O I forbid you, maidens all, That wear gold in your hair, To come or go by Carterhaugh, For young Tam Lin is there. There’s none that goes by Carterhaugh But they leave him a wad,     *token, object of value Either their rings, or green mantles, Or else their maidenhead. Janet has kilted … Read more