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THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN
XXIII
O up then spak his ill mither, βAn ill death may she die !
' Ye're no the lass of Lochroyan,
She's far out-owre the sea.
XXIV
' Awa', awa', ye ill woman,
Ye're no come here for gude; Ye're but some witch or wil' warlock, Or mermaid o' the flood.'β
XXV
' I am neither witch nor wil' warlock,
Nor mermaid o' the sea, But I am Annie of Lochroyan, O open the door to me ! 'β
XXVI
' Gin ye be Annie of Lochroyan, As I trow thou binna she,
Now tell me of some love-tokens That pass'd 'tween thee and me.'
XXVII
' O dinna ye mind, love Gregory,
As we sat at the wine, We changed the rings frae our fingers ?
And I can shew thee thine.
XXVIII
' O yours was gude, and gude enough,
But ay the best was mine, For yours was o' the gude red gowd, But mine o' the diamond fine. 188 |
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