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102 FAIR ANNIE OF LOCHROTAN.
"And dinna ye mind, love Gregor," she says,
" As we twa sat at dine, How we chang'd the rings frae our fingers,
And I can shew thee thine:
" And yours was gude, and gude enough, as
Yet nae sae gude as mine; For yours was o' the gude red gold,
But mine o' the diamonds fine.
" Sae open the door, now, love Gregor, And open it wi' speed ; to
Or your young son, that is in my arms, For cald will soon be dead."
" Awa, awa, ye ill woman,
Gae frae my door for shame ; For I hae gotten anither fair love, re
Sae ye may hie you hame."
" 0 hae ye gotten anither fair love,
For a' the oaths ye sware ? Then fare ye weel, now, fause Gregor;
For me ye's never see mair ! " so
0 hooly, hooly gaed she back,
As the day began to peep ; She set her foot on good ship board,
And sair, sair did she weep.