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THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN
' Yours was o' the gude red gowd,
Mine o' the diamond fine ; Mine was o' the purest troth,
But thine was false within.'—
' If ye be the lass of Lochroyan,
As I kenna thou be, Tell me some mair o' the love-tokens
Pass'd between thee and me.'—
' And dinna ye mind, love Gregory!
As we sat on the hill, Thou twin'd me o' my maidenheid,
Right sair against my will ?
' Now open the door, love Gregory!
Open the door ! I pray ; For thy young son is in my arms,
And will be dead ere day.'—-
' Ye lie, ye lie, ye ill woman,
So loud I hear ye lie; For Annie of the Lochroyan
Is far out-owre the sea.'
Fair Annie turn'd her round about:
' Weel, sine that it be sae, May ne'er woman that has borne a son
Hae a heart sae fu' o' wae!