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BONNIE ANNIE. 49
" I've, laid about, steered about, laid about cannie, But all I can do, she winna sail for me. Ye'll tak her in your arms twa, lo, lift her cannie, 25 And throw her out owre board, your ain dear Annie."
He has tane her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her
cannie, He has thrown her out owre board, his ain dear
Annje: As the ship sailed, bonnie Annie she swam, And she was at Ireland as soon as them. 30
They made his love a coffin of the gowd sae yellow, And they buried her deep on the high banks of Yarrow.
82. The last two lines are derived from Motherwell, p. xcix. The text in Kinloch is corrupt, and stands thus:—
He made his love a coffin off the Goats of Yerrow, And buried his bonnie love doun in a sea valley.
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