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When bells were rung and mass was sung,
And a' men bound for bed, The bridegroom and the bonny Bride
In ae chamber were laid.
Fair Annie 's ta'en a harp in her hand,
To harp thir twa asleep ; But ay, as she harpit and she sang,
Fu' sairly did she weep.
' O gin my sons were seven rats,
Rinnin' on the castle wa', And I mysell a great grey cat, I soon wad worry them a'!
• O gin my sons were seven hares,
Rinnin' owre yon lily lea, And I mysell a good greyhound, Soon worried they a' should be!'
Then out and spak the bonny young Bride,
In bride-bed where she lay: ' That's like my sister Annie,' she says ;
' Wha is it doth sing and play ?
' I'll put on my gown,' said the new-come Bride,
' And my shoes upon my feet; I will see wha doth sae sadly sing,
And what is it gars her greet.