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LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET
' Now stay for me, dear Annet,' he said, ' Now stay, my dear ! ' he cried ;
Then strake the dagger untill his heart, And fell dead by her side.
Rose the Red and White Lily
O ROSE the Red and White Lilly, Their mother dear was dead, And their father married an ill woman Wish'd them twa little gude.
Yet she had twa as fu' fair sons
As e'er brake manis bread ; And Bold Arthur he lo'ed her White Lilly
And Brown Robin Rose the Red.
in O they hae biggit a bigly tow'r,
And strawn it o'er wi' sand; There was mair mirth i' these ladies' bow'r
Than in a' their father's land.
But out and spake their step-mither,
At the stair-foot stood she : ' I'm plaguit wi' your troublesome noise i
What makes your melodie ?
bigly] commodious, habitable. makes] means.