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Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 327. Obtained from recitation.
" Learn to male your bed, Annie,
And learn to lie your lane ; For I maun owre the salt seas gang,
A brisk bride to bring hame.
" Bind up, bind up your yellow hair, s
And tye it in your neck ; And see you look as maiden-like
As the day that we first met."
" 0 how can I look maiden-like,
When maiden I'll ne'er be ; 10
When seven brave sons I've born to thee. And the eighth is in my bodie ? '
" The eldest of your sons, my lord, Wi' red gold shines his weed ;