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FAIR ANNIE. |
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Annie made her bed a little forbye,
To hear what they might say; " And ever alas !" fair Annie cried,
" That I should see this day! so
" Gin my seven sons were seven young rats,
Running on the castle wa', And I were a grey cat mysell,
I soon would worry them a'.
" Gin my seven sons were seven young hares, Running o'er yon lilly lee, ae
And I were a grew hound mysell, Soon worried they a' should be."—
And wae and sad fair Annie sat,
And drearie was her sang ; 100
And ever, as she sobb'd and grat,
" "Wae to the man that did the wrang!"—
" My gown is on," said the new-come bride,
" My shoes are on my feet, And I will to fair Annie's chamber, 105
And see what gars her greet.------
" What ails ye, what ails ye, Fair Annie,
That ye make sic a moan ? Has your wine barrels cast the girds,
Or is your white bread gone ? uo |
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