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384 SKICEN ANNA ; FAIR ANNIE.
But little wist that noble king,
As little his barons bald, That it was the king of England's daughter,
Had sae to him been said! a)
And eight lang years sae past and gane,
Fair Annie now may rue; For now she weets in fremmit lands
Anither bride he'll wooe.
Fair Annie's till his mither gane; 25
Fell low down on her knee ; "A boon, a boon, now lady mither,
Ye grant your oys and me !
" If ever ye kist, if ever ye blest,
And bade them thrive and thee, 30
O save them now frae scaith and scorn,
0 save your oys and me !
" Their father's pride may yet relent;
His mither's rede he'll hear; Nor for anither break the heart 3j
That ance to him was dear.
" He had my love and maiden pride ;
1 had nae mair to gi'e;
He well may fa' a brighter bride,
But nane that lo'es like me." *o
"A brighter bride he ne'er can fa';
A richer well he may ; But daughter dearer nor Fair Annie,
His mither ne'er can ha'e."