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FAIR ANNIE. 193
" But she that welcomes my brisk bride is
Maun gang like maiden fair; She maun lace on her robe sae jimp,
And braid her yellow hair."—
" But how can I gang maiden-like,
When maiden I am nane ? 20
Have I not born seven sons to thee, And am with child again ? "—
She's ta'en her young son in her arms,
Another in her hand ; And she's up to the highest tower, 25
To see him come to land.
" Come up, come up, my eldest son,
And look o'er yon sea-strand, And see your father's new-come bride,
Before she come to land."— so
" Come down, come down, my mother dear,
Come frae the castle wa'! I fear, if langer ye stand there,
Ye'll let yoursell down fa'."—
And she gaed down, and farther down, &
Her love's ship for to see ; And the topmast and the mainmast
Shone like the silver free. vol. in. 13 |
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