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136 SWEET WILLIE AND FAIR ANNIE.
And whare ye laid ae plait before, Ye'll now lay ten times mair.
" Taylors, to my bower come, *
And mak to me a weed; And smiths unto my stable come,
And shoe to me a steed."
At every tate o' Annie's horse' mane
There hang a silver bell; so
And there came a wind out frae the south, "Which made them a' to knell.
And whan she came to Mary-kirk,
And sat down in the deas, The light, that came frae fair Annie, 95
Enlighten'd a' the place.
But up and stands the nut-brown bride,
Just at her father's knee ; " 0 wha is this, my father dear,
That blinks in Willie's e'e?" 100
" 0 this is Willie's first true love,
Before he loved thee."
" If that be Willie's first true love,
He might ha'e latten me be ; She has as much gold on ae finger, 105
As I'll wear till I die.