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LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET
Up then rose Fair Annet's father
Twa hours or it were day, And he is gone to Fair Annet,
To the bower wherein she lay.
' Rise up, nse up, Fair Annet,' he says,
' Put on your silken sheen; Ye are bidden come to St. Mary's Kirk,
To see a rich weddinV. . .
' My maids, gae to my dressing-room
And dress to me my hair; Where'er ye laid a plait before
See ye lay ten times mair.
xx ' My maids gae to my dressing-room
And dress to me my smock; The one half is o' the holland fine,
The other o' needle-work.'
xxi At yae tett o' her horse's mane
Was tied a silver bell, And yae tift o' the norland wind
It gar'd them a' to knell.
Four and twenty gay good knights
Rade by Fair Annet's side, And four and twenty fair ladies
As gm she had been a bride.
yae] each. tett] tuft. tifl] puff, whiff.