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KING ESTMERE |
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LXIX
Kyng Estmere tooke that fayre ladye, And marryed her to his wiffe,
And brought her home to merry England, With her to lead his life. |
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42. Fair Annie
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T'S narrow, narrow, mak your bed, And learn to lie your lane; For I'm gaun owre the sea, Fair Annie,
A braw Bride to bring hame. Wi' her I will get gowd and gear, Wi' you I ne'er gat nane.
11 ' But wha will bake my bridal bread,
Or brew my bridal ale ? And wha will welcome my bright Bride,
That I bring owre the dale ?'—
in ' It's I will bake your bridal bread,
And brew your bridal ale; And I will welcome your bright Bride,
That you bring owre the dale.'—
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i But she that welcomes my bright Bride
Maun gang like maiden fair; She maun lace on her robe sae jimp,
And comely braid her hair.
jimp] slender, trim.
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