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They've castin' black bullets twice six and forty, And ae the black bullet fell on bonnie Annie.
' Ye'll tak me in your arms twa, lo, lift me cannie. Throw me out owre-board, your ain dear Annie.'
He has ta'en her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie, He has laid her on a bed of down, his ain dear Annie.
' What can a woman do, love, I'll do for ye: ' ' Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me.'
' Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie, Do all ye can to save my dear Annie.'
' I've laid about, steer'd about, laid about cannie, Our ship's on a sand-bank, she winna sail [ony].—
' Ye'll take her in your arms twa, lo, lift her cannie, And throw her out owre-board, your ain dear Annie.'
He has ta'en her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie, He has thrown her out owre-board, his ain dear Annie.
[The corse it did float, the ship it did follow] Until that they came to the high banks o' Yarrow.
Yarrow] ? Jarrow.