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SKKEN ANNA; FAIR ANNIE. 385
That princess stood lier son before : «
" My lord the king," said she, " Fy on the lawless life ye lead,
Dishonour'd as ye be !
" Its Annie's gude, and Annie's fair,
And dearly she lo'es thee; s>
And the brightest gems in a' your crown Your seven fair sons wad be.
" Her love, her life, her maiden fame,
Wi' you she shar'd them a'; Now share wi' her your bridal bed; «
Her due she well may fa'."
" To my bridal bed, my mither dear,
Fair Annie ne'er can win ; I coft her out of fremmit lands,
Nor ken her kith or kin." <»
And he's gard write a braid letter,
His wedding to ordein ; And to betrothe anither bride
To be his noble queen. |
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Fair Annie up at her bower window
Heard a' that knight did say : " O God, my heavenly Father ! gif
My heart mat brast in twae !"
Fair Annie stood at her bower window,
And heard that knight sae bald : to
" O God, my heavenly Father I gif I mat my dearest hald ! " VOL. III. 25 |
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