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SKICBN ANNA ; FAIR ANNIE. 389
" Her bairntime a' stand her before,
Her seven young sons sae fair; And they maun now your pages be,
That maks her heart sae sair." ieo
" A little sister ance I had,
A sister that hight Ann ; By reivers she was stown awa',
And said in fremmit land.
" She was a bairn when she was stown, ins
Yet in her tender years; And sair her parents mourn'd for her,
Wi' mony sighs and tears.
" Art thou fair Annie, sister mine,
Thou noble violet flower ? »o
Her mither never smil'd again
Frae Annie left her bower!
" O thou art she 1 a sister's heart
Wants nane that tale to tell! And there he is, thy ain true lord; 174
God spare ye lang and well I "
And gladness through the palace spread,
Wi' mickle game and glee ; And blythe were a' for fair Annie,
Her bridal day to see. wc
And now untill her father's land
This young bride she is gane ; And her sister Annie's youngest son
She hame wi' her has ta'en.