Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 3 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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196
FAIR ANNIE.
Annie made her bed a little forbye,
To hear what they might say; " And ever alas !" fair Annie cried,
" That I should see this day!                     so
" Gin my seven sons were seven young rats,
Running on the castle wa', And I were a grey cat mysell,
I soon would worry them a'.
" Gin my seven sons were seven young hares, Running o'er yon lilly lee,                           ae
And I were a grew hound mysell, Soon worried they a' should be."
And wae and sad fair Annie sat,
And drearie was her sang ;                         100
And ever, as she sobb'd and grat,
" "Wae to the man that did the wrang!"
" My gown is on," said the new-come bride,
" My shoes are on my feet, And I will to fair Annie's chamber,             105
And see what gars her greet.------
" What ails ye, what ails ye, Fair Annie,
That ye make sic a moan ? Has your wine barrels cast the girds,
Or is your white bread gone ?                   uo