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Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, i. 43.
Clerk Tamas lov'd her, fair Annie,
As well as Mary lov'd her son ; But now he hates her, fair Annie,
And hates the lands that she lives in.
" Ohon, alas!" said fair Annie, s
" Alas 1 this day I fear I'll die; But I will on to sweet Tamas,
And see gin he will pity me."
As Tamas lay ower his shott-window, Just as the sun was gaen down, >°
There he beheld her, fair Annie, As she came walking to the town
" O where are a' my well-wight men,
I wat that I pay meat and fee, For to lat a' my hounds gang loose, u
To hunt this vile whore to the sea! "