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FAIR ANNIE. |
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He set his feet into his ship,
And his cock-boat on the main ; «
He swore it would be year and day
Or he returned again.
When year and day was past and gane,
Fair Annie she thocht lang; And she is up to her bower head, «
To behold both sea and land.
" Come up, come up, my eldest son,
And see now what you see ; 0 yonder comes your father dear,
And your stepmother to be." so
" Cast off your gown of black, mother,
Put on your gown of brown, And I'll put off my mourning weeds,
And we'll welcome him home."
She's taken wine into her hand, ss
And she has taken bread, And she is down to the water side
To welcome them indeed.
" You're welcome, my lord, you're welcome, my lord, You're welcome home to me ; eo |
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