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THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN. Ill
" Take down, take down, that mast o' gowd !
Set up a mast o' tree ! It disna become a forsaken lady
To sail sae royallie." 100
When the cock had crawn, and the day did dawn,
And the sun began to peep, Then up and raise him Lord Gregory,
And sair, sair did he weep.
" Oh I hae dream'd a dream, mother, i«s
I wish it may prove true ! That the bonny Lass of Lochroyan
Was at the yate e'en now.
"01 hae dream'd a dream, mother,
The thought o't gars me greet! uo
That fair Annie o' Lochroyan Lay cauld dead at my feet."—
" Gin it be for Annie of Lochroyan
That ye make a' this din, She stood a' last night at your door, us
But I true she wan na in."—
" 0 wae betide ye, ill woman !
An ill deid may ye die ! That wadna open the door to her,
Nor yet wad waken me." 120