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FAIR ANNIE. 199
The second of your sons, my lord, is
Rides on a milk-white steed. '
" And the third of your sons, my lord, He draws your beer and wine;
And the fourth of your sons, my lord,
Can serve you when you dine. ao
" And the fift of your sons, my lord,
He can both read and write; And the sixth of your sons, my lord,
Can do it most perfyte.
" And the sevent of your sons, my lord, 25
Sits on the nurse's knee : And how can I look maiden-like,
When a maid I'll never be ?
" But wha will bake your wedding bread, And brew your bridal ale ? 30
Or wha will welcome your brisk bride That you bring owre the dale ? "
" I'll put cooks in my kitchen,
And stewards in my hall, And I'll have bakers for my bread, 3c
And brewers for my ale ; But you're to welcome my brisk bride
That I bring owre the dale." |
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