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FAIR ANNIE |
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XI
She 's ta'en a cake o' the best bread,
A stoup o' the best wine, And a' the keys upon her arm,
And to the yett is gane.
XII
' O ye're welcome hame, my ain gude lord, To your castles and your towers;
Ye're welcome hame, my ain gude lord, To your ha's, but and your bowers.
And welcome to your hame, fair lady ! For a' that's here is yours.'
XIII
' O whatna lady 's that, my lord,
That welcomes you and me ? Gin I be Jang about this place,
Her friend I mean to be.'
XIV
Fair Annie served the lang tables Wi' the white bread and the wine ;
But ay she drank the wan water To keep her colour fine.
XV
And aye sne served the lang tables Wi' the white bread and the brown,
And aye she turn'd her round about, Sae fast the tears fell doun.
XVI
She took a napkin lang and white,
And hung it on a pin ; It was to wipe away the tears,
As she gaed out and in.
yett] gate.
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