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FAIB ANNIE OF LOCHROTAN. 103
" Tak down, tak down the mast o' goud ; '«
Set up the mast o' tree; 111 sets it a forsaken lady
To sail sae gallantlie.
" Tak down, tak down the sails o' silk ;
Set up the sails o* skin; so
El sets the outside to be gay,
"Whan there's sic grief within!"
Love Gregor started frae his sleep,
And to his mother did say, " I dreamt a dream this night, mither, 93
That maks my heart richt wae ;
" I dreamt that Annie of Lochroyan,
The flower o' a' her kin, "Was standin' mournin' at my door,
But nane wad lat her in." ■ 100
" O there was a woman stood at the door,
Wi' a bairn intill her arms ; But I wadna let her within the bower,
For fear she had done you harm."
O quickly, quickly raise he up, us
And fast ran to the strand; And there he saw her, fair Annie,
Was sailing frae the land.