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FAIK ANNIE. |
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And she's gane down, and farther down, The bride's ship to behold ; *>
And the topmast and the mainmast They shone just like the gold.
She's ta'en her seven sons in her hand;
I wot she didna fail! She met Lord Thomas and his bride, «
As they came o'er the dale.
"You're welcome to your house, Lord Thomas;
You're welcome to your land ; You're welcome, with your fair ladye,
That you lead by the hand. oo
" You're welcome to your ha's, ladye, Your welcome to your bowers;
You're welcome to your hame, ladye, For a' that's here is yours."—
" I thank thee, Annie; I thank thee, Annie ; Sae dearly as I thank thee; is
You're the likest to my sister Annie, . That ever I did see.
" There came a knight out o'er the sea, And steal'd my sister away ; si
The shame scoup in his company, And land where'er he gae !"— |
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