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138 SWEET WILLIE AND FAIR ANNIE.
" Weel brook ye o' your brown brown bride,
Between ye and the wa'; And sae will I o' my winding sheet,
That suits me best ava.
" "Weel brook ye o' your brown brown bride, Between ye and the stock; isa
And sae will I o' my black black kist, That has neither key nor lock."
Sad Willie raise, put on his claise,
Drew till him his hose and shoon, no
And he is on to Annie's bower, By the lei light o' the moon.
The firsten bower that he came till,
There was right dowie wark ; Her mither and her three sisters i*s
Were makin' to Annie a sark.
The nexten bower that he came till,
There was right dowie cheir; Her father and her seven brethren
Were makin' to Annie a bier. iso
The lasten bower, that he came till,
[O heavy was his care! The waxen lights were burning bright,]]
And fair Annie streekit there.