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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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O he's gane down to yon shore-side,
As fast as he could dree, And there he saw fair Annie's bark
A rowing owre the sea.
xlii ' O Annie, Annie,' loud he cried,
' O Annie, O Annie, bide ! ' But ay the mair he cried ' Annie,'
The braider grew the tide.
' O Annie, Annie, dear Annie,
Dear Annie, speak to me! ' But ay the louder he 'gan call,
The louder roar'd the sea.
The wind blew loud, the waves rose hie And dash'd the boat on shore ;
Fair Annie's corpse was in the faem. The babe rose never more.
Lord Gregory tore his gowden locks
And made a wafu' moan ; Fair Annie's corpse lay at his feet,
His bonny son was gone.
O cherry, cherry was her cheek,
And gowden was her hair, And coral, coral was her lips,
Nane might with her compare I
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