Down off your white horse, before your queen
Silver bells fall silent at the road edge
The fairest one watches, in her gown of green
Paused procession at the gate in the hedge
You're plucked as boldly as I took that rose
From summer branches in my Carterhall
June then, you challenged that I took what grows
And as Mistress there, I made you my thrall
Your tribute grew all the hot months inside
But your oaths made a stronger chain to her
Unless I bore you down at Samhain's ride
And pin you fast through change of flame and fur
Wild one, Tam Lin I tame you to my own
Now freed from her, you'll kneel to me alone
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