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SKICBN ANNA; FAIR ANNIE. 387
" 111 gi'e her a gift, and a very gude gift,
My lord the king," said she ; " For I'll gi'e her my auld shoe to wear,
Best fitting her base degree."
" O that is a gift, but nae gude gift, i<a
My noble bride and queen; And ye maun gi'e her anither gift,
If you'll my favour win."
" Then 111 gi'e her a very gude gift,
My lord the king," said she; 110
" I'll gie her my millers seven, that lig Sae far ayont the sea.
" Well are they fed, well are they clad,
And live in heal and weal; And well they ken to measure out us
The wheat, but and caneel."
Fair Annie says, " My noble lord,
This boon ye grant to me; Let me gang up to the bridal bower,
Your young bride for to see." 120
" O gangna, Annie, gangna, there,
Nor come that bower within; Ye maunna come near that bridal bower,
Wad ye my favour win."
Fair Annie is till his mither gane: 121
" O lady mither," said she, " May I gang to the bridal bower,
My lord's new bride to see ? " |
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