{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch073.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch073.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch073.htm","text":"73A.1 LORD THOMAS and Fair Annet\nSate a\u2019 day on a hill;\nWhan night was cum, and sun was sett,\nThey had not talkt their fill.\n73A.2 Lord Thomas said a word in jest,\nFair Annet took it ill:\n\u2018A, I will nevir wed a wife\nAgainst my ain friends\u2019 will.\u2019\n73A.3 \u2018Gif ye wull nevir wed a wife,\nA wife wull neir wed yee:\u2019\nSae he is hame to tell his mither,\nAnd knelt upon his knee.\n73A.4 \u2018O rede, O rede, mither,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018A gude rede gie to mee;\nO sall I tak the nut-browne bride,\nAnd let Fair Annet bee?\u2019\n73A.5 \u2018The nut-browne bride haes gowd and gear,\nFair Annet she has gat nane;\nAnd the little beauty Fair Annet haes\nO it wull soon be gane.\u2019\n73A.6 And he has till his brother gane:\n\u2018Now, brother, rede ye mee;\nA, sall I marrie the nut-browne bride,\nAnd let Fair Annet bee?\u2019\n73A.7 \u2018The nut-browne bride has oxen, brother,\nThe nut-browne bride has kye;\nI wad hae ye marrie the nut-browne bride,\nAnd cast Fair Annet bye.\u2019\nI wad hae ye marrie the nut-browne bride,\nAnd cast Fair Annet bye.\u2019\n73A.8 \u2018Her oxen may dye i the house, billie,\nAnd her kye into the byre,\nAnd I sall hae nothing to mysell\nBot a fat fadge by the fyre.\u2019\n73A.9 And he has till his sister gane:\n\u2018Now, sister, rede ye mee;\nO sall I marrie the nut-browne bride,\nAnd set Fair Annet free?\u2019\n73A.10 \u2018I\u2019se rede ye tak Fair Annet, Thomas,\nAnd let the browne bride alane;\nLest ye sould sigh, and say, Alace,\nWhat is this we brought hame!\u2019\n73A.11 \u2018No, I will tak my mither\u2019s counsel,\nAnd marrie me owt o hand;\nAnd I will tak the nut-browne bride,\nFair Annet may leive the land.\u2019\n73A.12 Up then rose Fair Annet\u2019s father,\nTwa hours or it wer day,\nAnd he is gane into the bower\nWherein Fair Annet lay.\n73A.13 \u2018Rise up, rise up, Fair Annet,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Put on your silken sheene;\nLet us gae to St. Marie\u2019s kirke,\nAnd see that rich weddeen.\u2019\n73A.14 \u2018My maides, gae to my dressing-roome,\nAnd dress to me my hair;\n\u2018My maides, gae to my dressing-roome,\nAnd dress to me my hair;\nWhaireir yee laid a plait before,\nSee yee lay ten times mair.\n73A.15 \u2018My maids, gae to my dressing-room,\nAnd dress to me my smock;\nThe one half is o the holland fine,\nThe other o needle-work.\u2019\n73A.16 The horse Fair Annet rade upon,\nHe amblit like the wind;\nWi siller he was shod before,\nWi burning gowd behind.\n73A.17 Four and twanty siller bells\nWer a\u2019 tyed till his mane,\nAnd yae tift o the norland wind,\nThey tinkled ane by ane.\n73A.18 Four and twanty gay gude knichts\nRade by Fair Annet\u2019s side,\nAnd four and twanty fair ladies,\nAs gin she had bin a bride.\n73A.19 And whan she cam to Marie\u2019s kirk,\nShe sat on Marie\u2019s stean:\nThe cleading that Fair Annet had on\nIt skinkled in their een.\n73A.20 And whan she cam into the kirk,\nShe shimmerd like the sun;\nThe belt that was about her waist\nWas a\u2019 wi pearles bedone.\n73A.21 She sat her by the nut-browne bride,\nAnd her een they wer sae clear,\nLord Thomas he clean forgat the bride,\nWhan Fair Annet drew near.\n73A.22 He had a rose into his hand,\nHe gae it kisses three,\nAnd reaching by the nut-browne bride,\nLaid it on Fair Annet\u2019s knee.\n73A.23 Up than spak the nut-browne bride,\nShe spak wi meikle spite:\n\u2018And whair gat ye that rose-water,\nThat does mak yee sae white?\u2019\n73A.24 \u2018O I did get the rose-water\nWhair ye wull neir get nane,\nFor I did get that very rose-water\nInto my mither\u2019s wame.\u2019\n73A.25 The bride she drew a long bodkin\nFrae out her gay head-gear,\nAnd strake Fair Annet unto the heart,\nThat word spak nevir mair.\n73A.26 Lord Thomas he saw Fair Annet wex pale,\nAnd marvelit what mote bee;\nBut whan he saw her dear heart\u2019s blude,\nA\u2019 wood-wroth wexed hee.\n73A.27 He drew his dagger, that was sae sharp,\nThat was sae sharp and meet,\nAnd drave it into the nut-browne bride,\nThat fell deid at his feit.\n73A.28 \u2018Now stay for me, dear Annet,\u2019 he sed,\n\u2018Now stay, my dear,\u2019 he cry\u2019d;\nThen strake the dagger untill his heart,\nAnd fell deid by her side.\n73A.29 Lord Thomas was buried without kirk-wa,\nFair Annet within the quiere,\nAnd o the tane thair grew a birk,\nThe other a bonny briere.\n73A.30 And ay they grew, and ay they threw,\nAs they wad faine be neare;\nAnd by this ye may ken right weil\nThey were twa luvers deare.\n73B: Lord Thomas and Annet\n73B.1 SWEET WILLIE and Fair Annie\nSat a\u2019 day on yon hill;\nThough they had sat til the leventh o June,\nThey wad na got their fill.\n73B.2 But Willie spak a word amiss,\nFair Annie took it ill:\n\u2018I\u2019ll neer marry a tocherless lass\nAgen my ain friends\u2019 will.\u2019\n73B.3 Then on she lap, and awa she gat,\nAs fast as she could hie:\n\u2018Fare ye weel now, Sweet Willie,\nIt\u2019s fare ye weel a wee.\u2019\n73B.4 Then he is gane to his father\u2019s ha,\nAnd tirled at the pin;\nThen up and rase his father proud.\nAnd loot Sweet Willie in.\n73B.5 \u2018Come riddle us, riddle us, father dear,\nYea both of us into ane;\nWhether sall I marry Fair Annie,\nOr bring the brown bride hame?\u2019\n73B.6 \u2018The brown bride she has houses and land,\nAnd Annie she has nane;\nSae on my blessing, my auld son,\nBring ye Brown Bride hame.\u2019\n73B.7 Then he is to his mither\u2019s bouer,\nAnd tirled at the pin;\nThen up and rose his mother dear\nTo let Sweet Willie in.\n73B.8 \u2018Come riddle us, riddle us, mother dear,\nYea baith o us into ane;\nWhether sall I marry Fair Annie,\nOr bring the brown bride hame?\u2019\n73B.9 \u2018The brown bride she has gowd and gear,\nFair Annie she has nane;\nAnd for my blessing, my auld son,\nBring ye Brown Bride hame.\u2019\n73B.10 Then he is to his sister\u2019s bouer,\nAnd tirled at the pin;\nAnd wha sae ready as his sister dear\nTo let her brither in.\n73B.11 \u2018Come riddle us, riddle us, sister fair,\nUs baith yea into ane;\nWhether sall I marry Fair Annie,\nOr bring the brown bride hame?\u2019\n73B.12 \u2018The brown bride she has horse and kye,\nAnd Annie she has nane;\nBut for my love, my brither dear,\nBring hame the fair woman.\n73B.13 \u2018Your horse may dee into the staw,\nThe kye into the byre,\nAnd ye\u2019ll hae nocht but a howther o dirt,\nTo feed about your fire.\u2019\n73B.14 Then he is to Fair Annie\u2019s bouer,\nAnd tirled at the pin;\nAnd wha sae ready as Fair Annie\nTo let Sweet Willie in.\n73B.15 \u2018You\u2019re welcome here to me, Willie,\nYou\u2019re welcome here to me:\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019m na welcome to thee, Annie,\nI\u2019m na welcome to thee,\nFor I\u2019m come to bid ye to my wedding,\nIt\u2019s gey sad news to thee.\u2019\n73B.16 \u2018It\u2019s gey sad news to me, Willie,\nThe saddest ye could tell;\nIt\u2019s gey sad news to me, Willie,\nThat shoud been bride mysel.\u2019\n73B.17 Then she is to her father gane,\nAnd bowed low on her knee:\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n73B.18 \u2018Come riddle us, riddle us, father dear,\nUs baith yea into ane;\nWhether sall I gang to Willie\u2019s wedding,\nOr sall I stay at hame?\u2019\n73B.19 \u2018Whare ane will be your frien, Annie,\nTwenty will be your fae;\u2019\n\u2018But prove it gude, or prove it bad,\nTo Willie\u2019s wedding I\u2019ll gae.\n73B.20 \u2018I\u2019ll na put on the grisly black,\nNor yet the dowie green,\nBut I\u2019ll put on a scarlet robe\nTo sheen like onie queen.\u2019\n73B.21 She\u2019s orderd the smiths to the smithy,\nTo shoe her a riding steed;\nShe has orderd the tailors to her bouer,\nTo dress her a riding weed.\n73B.22 She has calld her maries to her bour,\nTo lay gowd on her hair:\n\u2018Whare e\u2019er ye put ae plait before,\nSee ye lay ten times mair.\u2019\n73B.23 The steed Fair Annie rade upon,\nHe bounded like the wind;\nWi silver he was shod before,\nWi burning gowd behind.\n73B.24 And four and twenty siller bells\nWar ti d til his mane;\nWi ae blast o the norland wind\nThey tinkled ane by ane.\n73B.25 And whan she cam unto the place,\nAnd lichted on the green,\nIlka ane that did her see\nThought that she was a queen.\n73B.26 \u2018Is this your bride, Sweet Willie?\u2019 she said,\n\u2018I think she\u2019s wondrous wan;\nYe micht have had as fair a bride\nAs eer the sun sheend on.\u2019\n73B.27 \u2018O haud your tongue, Fair Annie,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Wi your talk let me abee;\nFor better I loe your little finger\nThan the brown bride\u2019s haill bodie.\u2019\n73B.28 Then out and spak the nut-brown bride,\nAnd she spak out of spite:\n\u2018O whare gat ye the water, Annie,\nThat washd your face sae white?\u2019\n73B.29 \u2018O I gat een the water,\u2019 quo she,\n\u2018Whare ye will neer get nane;\nIt\u2019s I gat een the water,\u2019 quo she,\n\u2018Aneath yon marble stane.\u2019\n73B.30 Then out and spake the nut-brown bride,\nAnd she spak yet again:\n\u2018O whare gat ye the claith, Annie,\nThat dried your face sae clean?\u2019\n73B.31 \u2018O I gat een the claith,\u2019 quo she,\n\u2018Whare ye will neer get nane;\nIt\u2019s I gat een the claith,\u2019 quo she,\n\u2018Aneath yon bouer o bane.\u2019\n73B.32 The brown bride had a little penknife,\nWhich she kept secret there;\nShe stabbd Fair Annie to the heart,\nA deep wound and a sair.\n73B.33 It\u2019s out and spak he Sweet Willie,\nAnd he spak yet again:\n\u2018O what\u2019s the matter wi thee, Annie,\nThat ye do look sae wan?\u2019\n73B.34 \u2018Oh are ye blind, Willie?\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Or do ye no weel see?\nI think ye micht see my heart\u2019s blude,\nCome rinning by my knee.\u2019\n73B.35 Then Willie took a little sword,\nWhich he kept secret there,\nAnd strak the brown bride to the heart,\nA word she neer spak mair.\n73B.36 And after that a\u2019 this was dune,\nHe drew it through the strae,\nAnd through his ain fair bodie\nHe causd the cauld iron gae.\n73B.37 The last words that Sweet Willie spak,\nHis heart was almaist gane;\n\u2018May never a young man like me\nHave sic a sad wedding.\n73B.38 \u2018For gear will come, and gear will gang,\nAnd gear\u2019s ae but a lend,\nAnd monie a ane for warld\u2019s gear\nA silly brown bride brings hame.\u2019\nAnd monie a ane for warld\u2019s gear\nA silly brown bride brings hame.\u2019\n73B.39 Sweet Willie was buried in Mary\u2019s kirk,\nAnd Annie in Mary\u2019s quire,\nAnd out o the ane there grew a birk,\nAnd out o the ither a brier.\n73B.40 And ae they grew, and ae they threw,\nUntil the twa did meet,\nThat ilka ane micht plainly see\nThey were true lovers sweet.\n73C: Lord Thomas and Annet\n73C.1 \u2018COME read my rede, O mother dear,\nCome riddle it all in one;\nO whether will I take Fair Annie,\nOr bring the brown bride home?\u2019\n73C.2 \u2018The brown, brown bride has kye and ewes,\nFair Annie she has none;\nShe has nothing but a bonny, bonny face,\nAnd that\u2019ll soon be gone.\u2019\n73C.3 \u2018Where will I get a pretty little boy,\nThat\u2019ll rin my errands soon,\nThat will rin to Fair Annie\u2019s bower,\nAnd bid her to my wedding?\u2019\n73C.4 \u2018Here am I, a pretty little boy,\nThat\u2019ll rin your errands soon,\nThat will rin to Fair Annie\u2019s bower,\nAnd bid her to your wedding.\u2019\n73C.5 \u2018Forbid her to put on her silks so black,\nOr yet her silks so brown;\nBut she must put on her suddled silks,\nThat she wears up and down.\n73C.6 \u2018Forbid her to put on her silks so green,\nOr yet her sils so gray;\nBut she must put on her suddled silks,\nThat she wears every day.\u2019\n73C.7 When he gade to Fair Annie\u2019s bower,\nHe tirled at the pin;\nSo ready was Fair Annie hersell\nTo open and let him in.\n73C.8 \u2018What news, what news, my little boy?\nWhat news hast thou to me?\u2019\n\u2018You must prepare for Lord Thomas\u2019 wedding,\nAnd that\u2019s bad news for thee.\u2019\n73C.9 \u2018Good news, good news,\u2019 Fair Annie says,\n\u2018Good news is it for me,\nFor me to be bride and him bridegroom,\nAnd that\u2019s good news for me.\u2019\n73C.10 \u2018He forbids thee to put on thy silks so black,\nOr yet thy silks so brown;\nBut thou must put on thy suddled silks,\nThat thou wears up and down.\n73C.11 \u2018He forbids you to put on thy silks so green,\nOr yet thy silks so gray;\nBut thou must on thy suddled silks,\nThat thou wears every day.\u2019\n73C.12 \u2018There are smiths into my smiddy-bour\nThat\u2019ll dress to me a steed,\nThere are tailors in my tailor-house\nThat\u2019ll dress to me a weed.\n73C.13 \u2018There are maidens in my maiden-bower\nThat\u2019ll lay gold in my hair,\nAnd where eer there were ane link before,\nIt shall be nine times mair.\u2019\n73C.14 Then Annie got herself attired,\nIn all things very fine,\nWith red ribbons, and silks so fair,\nThat owre her shoulders shine.\n73C.15 When she came to Lord Thomas\u2019 yett,\nShe shined amang them a\u2019,\nAnd the buttons on Lord Thomas\u2019 coat\nBrusted and brak in twa.\n73C.16 \u2018Brown, brown is your steed,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018But browner is your bride;\nBut gallant is that handkerchy\nThat hideth her din hide.\u2019\n73C.17 \u2018O hold thy peace, Fair Annie,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Speak not of that to me,\nFor happy is that bonny, bonny lad\nThat leads his life with thee.\u2019\n73C.18 Then out bespoke the brown, brown bride,\nAnd she spoke out with spite:\n\u2018O whare gets thou that water-cherry,\nThat washes thee so white?\u2019\n73C.19 \u2018I got in my father\u2019s garden,\nBelow an olive tree,\nAnd although thou war to seek long seven years\nThat water thou\u2019ll never see.\n73C.20 \u2018Tho thou hast got Lord Thomas\u2019 hand\nThat water thou\u2019ll neer see;\nFor thou\u2019s sunbrunt from thy mother\u2019s womb,\nAnd thou\u2019ll never be like me.\u2019\n* * * * *\n73D: Lord Thomas and Annet\n73D.1 LORD THOMAS he was a bold forrester,\nAnd a chaser of the king\u2019s deer;\nFair Ellinor was a fair woman,\nAnd Lord Thomas he loved her dear.\n73D.2 \u2018Come riddle my riddle, dear mother,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018And riddle us both as one,\nWhether I shall marry Fair Ellinor,\nAnd let the brown girl alone.\u2019\n73D.3 \u2018The brown girl she has got houses and lands,\nAnd Fair Ellinor she has got none;\nTherefore I charge you on my blessing\nTo bring me the brown girl home.\u2019\n73D.4 And as it befell on a high holidaye,\nAs many did more beside,\nLord Thomas he went to Fair Ellinor,\nThat should have been his bride.\n73D.5 But when he came to Fair Ellinor\u2019s bower,\nHe knocked there at the ring;\nBut who was so ready as Fair Ellinor\nFor to let Lord Thomas in.\n73D.6 \u2018What news, what news, Lord Thomas,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018What news hast thou brought unto me?\u2019\n\u2018I am come to bid thee to my wedding,\nAnd that is bad news to thee.\u2019\n73D.7 \u2018Oh God forbid, Lord Thomas,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018That such a thing should be done;\nI thought to have been thy bride my own self,\nAnd you to have been the brid\u2019s-groom.\n73D.8 \u2018Come riddle my riddle, dear mother,\u2019 she sayd,\n\u2018And riddle it all in one;\nWhether I shall go to Lord Thomas\u2019s wedding,\nOr whether I shall tarry at home.\u2019\n73D.9 \u2018There\u2019s many that are your friends, daughter,\nAnd many that are your fo;\nTherefore I charge you on my blessing,\nTo Lord Thomas\u2019s wedding don\u2019t go.\u2019\n73D.10 \u2018There\u2019s many that are my friends, mother,\nIf a thousand more were my foe,\nBetide my life, betide my death,\nTo Lord Thomas\u2019s wedding I\u2019le go.\u2019\n73D.11 She cloathed herself in gallant attyre,\nAnd her merry men all in green,\nAnd as they rid thorough everye towne,\nThey took her to have been a queene.\n73D.12 But when she came to Lord Thomas\u2019s gate,\nShe knocked there at the ring;\nBut who was so ready as Lord Thomas\nTo lett Fair Ellinor in.\n73D.13 \u2018Is this your bride?\u2019 Fair Ellin she sayd,\n\u2018Methinks she looks wondrous browne;\nThou mightest have had as fair a woman\nAs ever trod on the ground.\u2019\n73D.14 \u2018Despise her not, Fair Ellin,\u2019 he sayd,\n\u2018Despise her not now unto mee;\nFor better I love thy little finger\nThan all her whole body.\u2019\n73D.15 This browne bride had a little penknife,\nThat was both long and sharp,\nAnd betwixt the short ribs and the long\nPrickd Fair Ellinor to the heart.\n73D.16 \u2018Oh Christ now save thee,\u2019 Lord Thomas he said,\n\u2018Methinks thou lookst wondrous wan;\nThou wast usd for to look with as fresh a colour\nAs ever the sun shin\u2019d on.\u2019\n73D.17 \u2018Oh art thou blind, Lord Thomas?\u2019 she sayd,\n\u2018Or canst thou not very well see?\nOh dost thou not see my own heart\u2019s blood\nRuns trickling down my knee?\u2019\n73D.18 Lord Thomas he had a sword by his side,\nAs he walked about the hall;\nHe cut off his bride\u2019s head from her shoulders,\nAnd he threw it against the wall.\n73D.19 He set the hilte against the ground,\nAnd the point against his heart;\nThere was never three lovers that ever met\nMore sooner they did depart.\n73E: Lord Thomas and Annet\n73E.1 Sweet Willie and Fair Annie\nSat a\u2019 day on a hill,\nAnd though they had sitten seven year,\nThey neer wad had their fill.\n73E.2 Sweet Willie said a word in haste,\nAnd Annie took it ill:\n\u2018I winna wed a tocherless maid,\nAgainst my parents\u2019 will.\u2019\n73E.3 \u2018Ye\u2019re come o the rich, Willie,\nAnd I\u2019m come o the poor;\nI\u2019m oer laigh to be your bride,\nAnd I winna be your whore.\u2019\n73E.4 O Annie she\u2019s gane till her bower,\nAnd Willie down the den,\nAnd he\u2019s come till his mither\u2019s bower,\nBy the lei light o the moon.\n73E.5 \u2018O sleep ye, wake ye, mither?\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Or are ye the bower within?\u2019\n\u2018I sleep richt aft, I wake richt aft;\nWhat want ye wi me, son?\n73E.6 \u2018Whare hae ye been a\u2019 nicht, Willie?\nO wow, ye\u2019ve tarried lang!\u2019\n\u2018I have been courtin Fair Annie,\nAnd she is frae me gane.\n73E.7 \u2018There is twa maidens in a bower;\nWhich o them sall I bring hame?\nThe nut-brown maid has sheep and cows,\nAnd Fair Annie has nane.\u2019\n73E.8 \u2018It\u2019s an ye wed the nut-brown maid,\nI\u2019ll heap gold wi my hand;\nBut an ye wed her Fair Annie,\nI\u2019ll straik it wi a wand.\n73E.9 \u2018The nut-brown maid has sheep and cows,\nAnd Fair Annie has nane;\nAnd Willie, for my benison,\nThe nut-brown maid bring hame.\u2019\n73E.10 \u2018O I sall wed the nut-brown maid,\nAnd I sall bring her hame;\nBut peace nor rest between us twa,\nTill death sinder\u2019s again.\n73E.11 \u2018But, alas, alas!\u2019 says Sweet Willie,\n\u2018O fair is Annie\u2019s face!\u2019\n\u2018But what\u2019s the matter, my son Willie?\nShe has nae ither grace.\u2019\n73E.12 \u2018Alas, alas!\u2019 says Sweet Willie,\n\u2018But white is Annie\u2019s hand!\u2019\n\u2018But what\u2019s the matter, my son Willie?\nShe hasna a fur o land.\u2019\n73E.13 \u2018Sheep will die in cots, mither,\nAnd owsen die in byre;\nAnd what\u2019s this warld\u2019s wealth to me,\nAn I get na my heart\u2019s desire?\n73E.14 \u2018Whare will I get a bonny boy,\nThat wad fain win hose and shoon,\nThat will rin to Fair Annie\u2019s bower,\nWi the lei light o the moon?\n73E.15 \u2018Ye\u2019ll tell her to come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nThe morn at twal at noon;\nYe\u2019ll tell her to come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nThe heir o Duplin town.\n73E.16 \u2018She manna put on the black, the black,\nNor yet the dowie brown,\nBut the scarlet sae red, and the kerches sae white,\nAnd her bonny locks hangin down.\u2019\n73E.17 He is on to Annie\u2019s bower,\nAnd tirled at the pin,\nAnd wha was sae ready as Annie hersel\nTo open and let him in.\n73E.18 \u2018Ye are bidden come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nThe morn at twal at noon;\nYe are bidden come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nThe heir of Duplin town.\n73E.19 \u2018Ye manna put on the black, the black,\nNor yet the dowie brown,\nBut the scarlet sae red, and the kerches sae white,\nAnd your bonny locks hangin down.\u2019\n73E.20 \u2018It\u2019s I will come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nThe morn at twal at noon;\nIt\u2019s I will come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nBut I rather the mass had been mine.\n73E.21 \u2018Maidens, to my bower come,\nAnd lay gold on my hair;\nAnd whare ye laid ae plait before,\nYe\u2019ll now lay ten times mair.\n73E.22 \u2018Taylors, to my bower come,\nAnd mak to me a weed;\nAnd smiths, unto my stable come,\nAnd shoe to me a steed.\u2019\n73E.23 At every tate o Annie\u2019s horse mane\nThere hang a silver bell,\nAnd there came a wind out frae the south,\nWhich made them a\u2019 to knell.\n73E.24 And whan she came to Mary-kirk,\nAnd sat down in the deas,\nThe light that came frae Fair Annie\nEnlightend a\u2019 the place.\n73E.25 But up and stands the nut-brown bride,\nJust at her father\u2019s knee:\n\u2018O wha is this, my father dear,\nThat blinks in Willie\u2019s ee?\u2019\n\u2018O this is Willie\u2019s first true-love,\nBefore he loved thee.\u2019\n73E.26 \u2018If that be Willie\u2019s first true-love,\nHe might hae latten me be;\nShe has as much gold on ae finger\nAs I\u2019ll wear till I die.\n73E.27 \u2018O whare got ye that water, Annie,\nThat washes you sae white?\u2019\n\u2018I got it in my mither\u2019s wambe,\nWhare ye\u2019ll neer get the like.\n73E.28 \u2018For ye\u2019ve been washd in Dunny\u2019s well,\nAnd dried on Dunny\u2019s dyke,\nAnd a\u2019 the water in the sea\nWill never wash ye white.\u2019\n73E.29 Willie\u2019s taen a rose out o his hat,\nLaid it in Annie\u2019s lap:\n. . . . .\n\u2018Hae, wear it for my sake.\u2019\n73E.30 \u2018Tak up and wear your rose, Willie,\nAnd wear\u2019t wi mickle care;\nFor the woman sall never bear a son\nThat will make my heart sae sair.\u2019\n73E.31 Whan night was come, and day was gane,\nAnd a\u2019 man boun to bed,\nSweet Willie and the nut-brown bride\nIn their chamber were laid.\n73E.32 They werena weel lyen down,\nAnd scarcely fa\u2019n asleep,\nWhan up and stands she Fair Annie,\nJust up at Willie\u2019s feet.\n73E.33 \u2018Weel brook ye o your brown, brown bride,\nBetween ye and the wa;\nAnd sae will I o my winding sheet,\nThat suits me best ava.\n73E.34 \u2018Weel brook ye o your brown, brown bride,\nBetween ye and the stock;\nAnd sae will I o my black, black kist,\nThat has neither key nor lock.\u2019\n73E.35 Sad Willie raise, put on his claise,\nDrew till him his hose and shoon,\nAnd he is on to Annie\u2019s bower,\nBy the lei light o the moon.\n73E.36 The firsten bower that he came till,\nThere was right dowie wark;\nHer mither and her three sisters\nWere makin to Annie a sark.\n73E.37 The nexten bower that he came till,\nThere was right dowie cheir;\nHer father and her seven brethren\nWere makin to Annie a bier.\n73E.38 The lasten bower that he came till,\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\nAnd Fair Annie streekit there.\n73E.39 He\u2019s lifted up the coverlet,\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n73E.40 \u2018It\u2019s I will kiss your bonny cheek,\nAnd I will kiss your chin,\nAnd I will kiss your clay-cald lip,\nBut I\u2019ll never kiss woman again.\n73E.41 \u2018The day ye deal at Annie\u2019s burial\nThe bread but and the wine;\nBefore the morn at twall o\u2019clock,\nThey\u2019ll deal the same at mine.\u2019\n73E.42 The tane was buried in Mary\u2019s kirk,\nThe tither in Mary\u2019s quire,\nAnd out o the tane there grew a birk,\nAnd out o the tither a brier.\n73E.43 And ay they grew, and ay the drew,\nUntill they twa did meet,\nAnd every ane that past them by\nSaid, Thae\u2019s been lovers sweet!\n73F: Lord Thomas and Annet\n73F.1 SWEET WILLIE and Fair Annie,\nAs they sat on yon hill,\nIf they hed sat frae morn till even,\nThey hed no talked their fill.\n* * * * *\n73F.2 Willie\u2019s dune him hame again,\nAs fast as gang could he:\n\u2018An askin, an askin, my mother,\nAnd I pray ye\u2019ll grant it me.\n73F.3 \u2018Oh will I merry the nut-brown maid,\nWi her oxen and her kye?\nOr will I merry my Fair Annie,\nThat hes my heart for aye?\u2019\n73F.4 \u2018Oh if ye merry your Fair Annie,\nYour mither\u2019s malison you\u2019ll wun;\nBut if ye merry the nut-brown may,\nYe will get her blessin.\u2019\n73F.5 \u2018Oh voe\u2019s me, mother,\u2019 Willie said,\n\u2018For Annie\u2019s bonny face!\u2019\n\u2018Little metter o that, my son Willie,\nWhen Annie hesna grace.\u2019\n73F.6 \u2018Oh voe\u2019s me, mither,\u2019 Willie said,\n\u2018For Annie\u2019s bonny han!\u2019\n\u2018And what\u2019s the metter, son Willie,\nWhen Annie hesna lan?\n73F.7 \u2018But ye will merry the nut-brown may,\nWi her oxen and her kye;\nBut ye will merry the nut-brown may,\nFor she hes my hert for aye.\u2019\n73F.8 Out and spak his sister Jane,\nWhere she sat be the fire:\n\u2018What\u2019s the metter, brother Willie?\nTack ye your heart\u2019s desire.\n73F.9 \u2018The oxen may die into the pleuch,\nThe cow drown i the myre;\nAnd what\u2019s the metter, brother Willie?\nTak ye your heart\u2019s desire.\u2019\n73F.10 \u2018Whare will I get a bonny boy,\nThat will wun hose and shune,\nThat will run on to Anny\u2019s bower,\nAnd come right sune again?\u2019\n73F.11 \u2018Ye\u2019ll bid her come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nThe morn is the day;\nYe\u2019ll bid her come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nAnd no make no delay.\n73F.12 \u2018Ye\u2019ll forbid her to put on the black, the black,\nOr yet the dowie brown;\nBut the white silk and the reed skarlet,\nThat will shine frae town to town.\u2019\n73F.13 He is on to Anie\u2019s bower,\nAnd tirled at the pin,\nAnd wha was sae ready as Annie hersel\nTo let the ladie in.\n73F.14 \u2018Ye\u2019r bidden to come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nThe morn is the day;\nYe\u2019r bidden come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nAnd no mack no delay.\n73F.15 \u2018Ye\u2019r forbidden to put on the black, the black,\nOr yet the dowie brown;\nBut the white silk and the red scarlet,\nThat will shine frae town to town.\n73F.16 \u2018Ye\u2019r forbidden to put on the black, the black,\nOr yet the dowie gray;\nBut the white silk and the red scarlet,\nThat will shine frae brae to brae.\u2019\n73F.17 \u2018It\u2019s I will come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nGif the morn be the day;\nIt\u2019s I will come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nAnd no mack no delay.\u2019\n73F.18 Annie\u2019s steed was silver shod,\nAnd golden graithed behin;\nAt every teet o her horse mane\nA silver bell did ring.\n73F.19 When Annie was in her sadle set,\nShe glanced like the moon;\nThere was as much gould abov her brow\nWould buy an earldom.\n73F.20 When Annie was on her sadel set,\nShe glanced like the fire;\nThere was as much gould above her brow\nWas worth a yearl\u2019s hire.\n73F.21 Annie gaed in the heigh, heigh hill,\nAnd Willie the dowie glen;\nAnnie alane shone brighter\nThan Willie and a\u2019 his men.\n73F.22 \u2018Oh wha is that, my ane Willie,\nThat glances in your ee?\u2019\n\u2018Oh it is Annie, my first fore love,\nCome till see you and me.\u2019\n73F.23 \u2018Oh far got ye that water, Annie,\nThat washes ye so wan?\u2019\n\u2018Oh I got it aneth yon marble stane,\nWhere ye will nere get nane.\n73F.24 \u2018Ye\u2019ve been brunt sare anent the sun,\nAnd rocket i the reek;\nAnd tho ye wad wash till doom\u2019s day,\nYe wad never be so white.\u2019\n73F.25 \u2018If this be Annie, your first fore love,\nCome our weddin to see,\nShe has by far owr brent a brow\nTo lat ye bide by me.\u2019\n73F.26 When bells were rung, and mass was sung,\nAnd a\u2019 men bun to bed,\nSweet Willie and his nut-brown bride\nIn ae chamber were laid.\n73F.27 The hedna weel layn down, layn down,\nBut nor hed fallen asleep,\nWhen up and started Fair Annie,\nAnd stud at Willie\u2019s feet.\n73F.28 \u2018Vo be to you, nut-brown bride,\nWi yer oxen and your sheep!\nIt is Annie, my first fore love,\nAnd I fear sair she is dead.\n73F.29 \u2018Vo be te you, nut-brown bride,\nAn ill death you betide!\nFor you\u2019ve parted me and my first fore love,\nAnd I fear death is her guide.\n73F.30 \u2018You\u2019ll seddle to me the black, the black,\nYou\u2019ll seddle to me the brown,\nTill I ride on to Annie\u2019s bower\nAnd see how she is bune.\u2019\n73F.31 When he came to Fair Annie\u2019s bower,\nAnd lighted and gaed in,\n. . . . . .\n. . . . .\n73F.32 Her father was at her heed, her heed,\nHer mother at her feet,\nHer sister she was at her side,\nPuttin on her winding sheet.\n73F.33 \u2018It\u2019s kiss will I yer cheek, Annie,\nAnd kiss will I your chin,\nAnd I will kiss your wan, wan lips,\nTho there be no breath within.\n73F.34 \u2018Ye birl, ye birle at my luve\u2019s wake\nThe white bread and the wine,\nAnd or the morn at this same time\nYe\u2019ll brile the same at mine.\u2019\n73F.35 They birled, they birled at Annies wake\nThe white bread and the wine,\nAnd ere the morn at that same time\nAt his they birled the same.\n73F.36 The one was buried at Mary\u2019s kirk,\nThe other at Mary\u2019s quire,\nAnd throw the one there sprang a birk,\nAnd throw the other a brier.\n73F.37 And ay at every year\u2019s ane\nThey grew them near and near,\nAnd every one that passed them by\nSaid, They be lovers dear.\n73G: Lord Thomas and Annet\n73G.1 SWEET WILLIE and Fair Annie,\nThey sat on yon hill,\nAnd frae the morning till night\nThis twa neer talked their fill.\n73G.2 Willie spak a word in jest,\nAnd Ann took it ill:\n\u2018We\u2019s court na mare maidens,\nAgainst our parent\u2019s will.\u2019\n73G.3 \u2018It\u2019s na against our parent\u2019s will,\u2019\nFair Annie she did say,\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n73G.4 Willie is hame to his bower,\nTo his book all alane,\nAnd Fair Annie is to her bower,\nTo her book and her seam.\n73G.5 Sweet Willie is to his mother dear,\nFell low down on his knee:\n\u2018An asking, my mother dear,\nAnd ye grant it to me;\nO will I marry the nut-brown may,\nAn lat Fair Annie gae?\u2019\n73G.6 \u2018The nut-brown may has ousen, Willie,\nThe nut-brown may has key;\nAn ye will winn my blessing, Willie,\nAnd latt Fair Annie be.\u2019\n73G.7 He did him to his father dear,\nFell low down on his knee:\n\u2018An asking, my father,\nAn ye man grant it me.\u2019\n73G.8 \u2018Ask on, my ae son Willie,\nYe\u2019r sur yer askin\u2019s free;\nExcept it is to marry her Fair Annie,\nAnd that manna be.\u2019\n73G.9 Out spak his little sister,\nAs she [sat] by the fire:\n\u2018The ox-leg will brack in the plough,\nAnd the cow will drown in the mire.\n73G.10 \u2018An Willie will ha nathing\nBut the dam to sitt by the fire;\nFair Annie will sit in her beagly bower,\nAn winn a earl\u2019s hire.\u2019\n73G.11 \u2018Fair faa ye, my little sister,\nA guid dead mat ye die!\nAn ever I hae goud,\nWell tochered sall ye be.\u2019\n73G.12 He\u2019s awa to Fair Annie,\nAs fast as gan could he:\n\u2018O will ye come to my marriage?\nThe morn it is to be.\u2019\n73G.13 \u2018O I will come to yer marriage,\nThe morn, gin I can win.\u2019\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n73G.14 Annie did her to her father dear,\nFell down on her knee:\n\u2018An askin, my father,\nAnd ye man grant it me;\nLat me to Sweet Willie\u2019s marriage,\nThe morn it is to be.\u2019\n73G.15 \u2018Yer horse sall be siller shod afore,\nAn guid red goud ahin,\nAn bells in his mane,\nTo ring against the win.\u2019\n73G.16 She did her to her mother dear,\nFell down on her knee:\n\u2018Will ye lat me to Willie\u2019s marriage?\nThe morn it is to be;\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll lat ye to Willie\u2019s marriage,\nAn we the morn see.\u2019\n73G.17 Whan Annie was in her saddle set\nShe flam\u2019d against the fire;\nThe girdle about her sma middle\nWad a won an earl\u2019s hire.\n73G.18 Whan they came to Mary kirk,\nAnd on to Mary quire,\n\u2018O far gat ye that watter, Ann,\nThat washes ye sae clear?\u2019\n73G.19 \u2018I got it in my father\u2019s garden,\nAneth a marbell stane;\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n73G.20 \u2018O whar gat ye that water, Annie,\nThat washes ye sae fite?\u2019\n\u2018I gat it in my mother\u2019s womb,\nWhar ye[\u2019s] never get the like.\n73G.21 \u2018For ye ha been christned wi moss-water,\nAn roked in the reak,\nAn ser brunt in yer mither\u2019s womb,\nFor I think ye\u2019ll neer be fite.\u2019\n73G.22 The nut-brown bride pat her hand in\n. . . at Annie[\u2019s] left ear,\nAnd gin her . . . .\nA deep wound and a sare.\n73G.23 Than . . Annie ged on her horse back,\nAn fast away did ride,\nBut lang or cock\u2019s crowing,\nFair Annie was dead.\n73G.24 Whan bells were rung, and mess was sung,\nAn a\u2019 man boun to bed,\nSweet Willie and the nut-brown bride\nIn a chamber were laid.\n73G.25 But up and wakend him Sweet Willie\nOut of his dreary dream:\n\u2018I dreamed a dream this night,\nGod read a\u2019 dream to guid!\n73G.26 \u2018That Fair Annies bowr was full of gentlemen,\nAn herself was dead;\nBut I will on to Fair Annie,\nAn si\u2019t if it be guid.\u2019\n73G.27 Seven lang mile or he came near,\nHe heard a dolefull chear,\nHer father and her seven brithern,\nWalking at her bier;\nThe half of it guid red goud,\nThe other silver clear.\n73G.28 \u2018Ye deal at my love\u2019s leak\nThe white bread an the wine;\nBut on the morn at this time\nYe\u2019s dee the like at mine.\u2019\n73G.29 The ane was buried at Mary kirk,\nThe ither at Mary quire;\nOut of the ane grew a birk,\nOut of the ither a briar.\n73G.30 An aye the langer that they grew,\nThey came the ither near,\nAn by that ye might a well kent\nThey were twa lovers dear.\n73H: Lord Thomas and Annet\n73H.1 FAIR ANNIE and Sweet Willie,\nAs they talked on yon hill,\nThough they had talked a lang summer day,\nThey wad na hae talked their fill.\n73H.2 \u2018If you would be a good woman, Annie,\nAn low leave a\u2019 your pride,\nIn spite of a\u2019 my friends, Annie,\nI wad mak you my bride.\u2019\n73H.3 \u2018Thick, thick lie your lands, Willie,\nAn thin, thin lie mine;\nAn little wad a\u2019 your friends think\nO sic a kin as mine.\n73H.4 \u2018Thick, thick lie your lands, Willie,\nDown by the coving-tree;\nAn little wad a\u2019 your friends think\nO sic a bride as me.\n73H.5 \u2018O Fair Annie, O Fair Annie,\nThis nicht ye\u2019ve said me no;\nBut lang or ever this day month\nI\u2019ll make your heart as sore.\u2019\n73H.6 It\u2019s Willie he went home that night,\nAn a sick man lay he down;\nAn ben came Willie\u2019s auld mither,\nAn for nae gude she came.\n* * * * *\n73H.7 \u2018It\u2019s if ye marry Fair Annie,\nMy malison ye\u2019s hae;\nBut if ye marry the nut-brown may,\nMy blessin an ye\u2019s hae.\u2019\n73H.8 \u2018Mother, for your malison,\nAn mother, for your wis,\nIt\u2019s I will marry the nut-brown may,\n. . . . .\n73H.9 . . . . .\n. . . . .\nIt\u2019s up an spak his sister,\n. . . . .\n73H.10 \u2018The owsen may hang in the pleugh,\nThe kye drown in the myre,\nAn he\u2019ll hae naething but a dirty drab\nTo sit doun by the fire.\u2019\n* * * * *\n73H.11 \u2018Where will I get a bonny boy,\nThat will win hose and shoon,\nThat will rin on to Annie\u2019s bower,\nAn haste him back again?\u2019\n73H.12 \u2018It\u2019s I have run your errands, Willie,\nAn happy hae I been;\nIt\u2019s I will rin your errands, Willie,\nWi the saut tears in my een.\u2019\n73H.13 \u2018When ye come to Annie\u2019s bower,\nShe will be at her dine;\nAnd bid her come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nOn Monday in good time.\n73H.14 \u2018Tell her neither to put on the dowie black,\nNor yet the mournfu brown,\nBut the gowd sae reed, and the silver white,\nAn her hair weel combed down.\n73H.15 \u2018Tell her to get a tailor to her bower,\nTo shape for her a weed,\nAnd a smith to her smithy,\nTo shoe for her a steed.\n73H.16 \u2018To be shod wi silver clear afore,\nAn gold graithed behind,\nAn every foot the foal sets down,\nThe gold lie on the ground.\u2019\n73H.17 It\u2019s when he came to Annie\u2019s bower,\nIt\u2019s she was at her dine:\n\u2018Ye\u2019re bidden come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nOn Monday in good time.\n73H.18 \u2018You\u2019re neither to put on the dowie black,\nNor get the mournfu brown,\nBut the gowd sae reid, an the silver white,\nAn yere hair well combed doun.\n73H.19 \u2018You\u2019re to get a tailor to your bower,\nTo shape for you a weed,\nAnd likewise a smith to your smithy,\nTo shoe for you a steed.\n73H.20 \u2018To be shod with silver clear afore,\nAn gold graithed behind,\nAn every foot the foal sets down,\nThe gold lie on the ground.\u2019\n73H.21 \u2018It\u2019s I will come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nI rather it had been mine;\nIt\u2019s I will come to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nOn Monday in good time.\n73H.22 \u2018It\u2019s I\u2019ll send to Willie a toweld silk,\nTo hing below his knee.\nAn ilka time he looks on it,\nHe\u2019ll hae gude mind o me.\n* * * * *\n73H.23 \u2018An askin, father, an askin,\nAn I hope you will grant me;\nFor it is the last askin\nThat ever I\u2019ll ask of thee.\u2019\n73H.24 \u2018Ask me, Annie, gold,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018An ask me, Annie, fee,\nBut dinna ask me Sweet Willie,\nYour bedfellow to be.\u2019\n73H.25 \u2018It\u2019s I will ask you gold, father,\nSae will I ask you fee,\nBut I needna ask you Sweet Willie,\nMy bedfellow to be.\n73H.26 \u2018For I am bidden to Willie\u2019s weddin,\nOn Monday in good time,\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n* * * * *\n73H.27 On every tait o her horse\u2019s mane\nA siller bell did hing,\nAn on every tait o her horse\u2019s tail\nA golden bell did ring.\n73H.28 Twal and twal rade her afore,\nAn twal an twal ahind,\nAn twal an twal on every side,\nTo hold her frae the wind.\n73H.29 Fair Annie shined mair on the top o the hill\nThan Willie did in the glen;\nFair Annie shined mair on the heid o the hill\nThan Willie wi a\u2019 his men.\n73H.30 Whan she came to Mary\u2019s kirk,\nShe lighted on the stane;\nAn when she came to the kirk-door,\nShe bade the bride gae in.\n73H.31 \u2018Clear, clear is your day, Willie,\nBut brown, brown is your bride;\nClear, clear is her lawn curches,\nBut weel dunned is her hide.\u2019\n73H.32 \u2018Where got ye yon water, Annie,\nThat has made you so white?\u2019\n\u2018I got it in my father\u2019s garden,\nBelow yon hollan dyke.\n73H.33 \u2018But ye hae been washed i the moss water,\nAn rocked in the reek;\nYe hae been brunt in your mither\u2019s wame,\nAn ye will neer be white.\u2019\n73H.34 \u2018Whatna fool were ye, Willie,\nTo lay your love on me;\nShe\u2019s mair gowd on her heid this day\nThan I\u2019ll wear till I die!\u2019\n73H.35 \u2018I\u2019ve laid nae love on you, brown may,\nI\u2019ve laid nae love on you;\nI\u2019ve mair love for Fair Annie this day\nThan I\u2019ll hae for you till I dee.\u2019\n* * * * *\n73H.36 \u2018If you will neither eat nor drink,\nYou\u2019ll see good game an play;\u2019\nBut she turned her horse head to the hill,\nAn swift she rode away.\n* * * * *\n73H.37 When they were all at supper set,\n. . . . .\nTill he went to Fair Annie\u2019s bower,\nBy the ley licht o the mune.\n73H.38 An when he came to Annie\u2019s bower,\nAnnie was lying deid,\nAn seven o Annie\u2019s sisters an sisters\u2019 bairns\nWere sewing at Annie\u2019s weed.\n73H.39 \u2018It\u2019s I will take your hand, Annie,\nSince ye wald neer take mine;\nThe woman shall never have the hand\nThat I\u2019ll touch after thine.\n73H.40 \u2018An I will kiss your mouth, Annie,\nSince ye will never kiss mine;\nThe woman shall never have the lips\nThat I\u2019ll kiss after thine.\n* * * * *\n73H.41 . . . . .\n. . . . .\n\u2018As much breid ye deal at Annie\u2019s dairgie\nTomorrow ye\u2019s deal at mine.\u2019\n73[I]: Lord Thomas and Annet\n73[I].1 Fair Annie an Sweet Willie\nSat a\u2019 day on yon hill;\nWhan day was gane an night was comd,\nThey hadna said their fill.\n73[I.2] Willie spak but ae wrang word,\nAn Annie took it ill:\n\u2018I\u2019ll never marry a fair woman\nAgainst my friends\u2019s will.\u2019\n73[I.3] Annie spak but ae wrang word,\nAn Willy lookit down:\n\u2018If I binna gude eneugh for yer wife,\nI\u2019m our-gude for yer loun.\u2019\n73[I.4] Willie\u2019s turnd his horse\u2019s head about,\nHe\u2019s turnd it to the broom,\nAn he\u2019s away to his father\u2019s bower,\nI the ae light o the moon.\n73[I.5] Whan he cam to his father\u2019s bower,\n[He tirlt at the pin;\nNane was sae ready as his father\nTo rise an let him in.]\n73[I.6] \u2018An askin, an askin, dear father,\nAn askin I\u2019ll ask thee;\u2019\n\u2018Say on, say on, my son Willie,\nWhatever your askin be.\u2019\n73[I.7] \u2018O sall I marry the nit-brown bride,\nHas corn, caitle an kye,\nOr sall I marry Fair Annie,\nHas nought but fair beauty?\u2019\n73[I.8] \u2018Ye ma sit a gude sate, Willy,\nWi corn, caitle an kye;\nBut ye\u2019ll but sit a silly sate\nWi nought but fair beauty.\u2019\n73[I.9] Up than spak his sister\u2019s son,\nSat on the nurse\u2019s knee,\nSun-bruist in his mother\u2019s wame,\nSun-brunt on his nurse\u2019s knee:\n73[I.10] \u2018O yer hogs will die out i the field,\nYer kye ill die i the byre;\nAn than, whan a\u2019 yer gear is gane,\nA fusom fag by yer fire!\nBut a\u2019 will thrive at is wi you\nAn ye get yer heart\u2019s desire.\u2019\n73[I.11] Willie\u2019s turnd his horse\u2019s head about,\nHe\u2019s away to his mother\u2019s bour, etc.\n73[I.12] \u2018O my hogs ill die out i the field,\nMy kye die i the byre,\nAn than, whan a\u2019 my gear is gane,\nA fusom fag bi my fire!\nBut a\u2019 will thrive at is wi me\nGin I get my heart\u2019s desire.\u2019\n73[I.13] Willie\u2019s, etc.,\nHe\u2019s awae to his brother\u2019s bower, etc.\n73[I.14] \"] \"] \"] \"] sister\u2019s bower, etc.\n73[I.15] Than Willie has set his wadin-day\nWithin thirty days an three,\nAn he has sent to Fair Annie\nHis waddin to come an see.\n73[I.16] The man that gade to Fair Annie\nSae weel his errant coud tell:\n\u2018The morn it\u2019s Willie\u2019s wadin-day,\nYe maun be there yer sell.\u2019\n73[I.17] \u2019Twas up an spak her aged father,\nHe spak wi muckle care;\n\u2018An the morn be Willie\u2019s wadin-day,\nI wate she maun be there.\n73[I.18] \u2018Gar take a steed to the smiddie,\nCaw on o it four shoon;\nGar take her to a merchant\u2019s shop,\nCut off for her a gown.\u2019\n73[I.19] She wadna ha \u2019t o the red sae red,\nNor yet o the grey sae grey,\nBut she wad ha \u2019t o the sky couler\nThat she woor ilka day.\n* * * * * * *\n73[I.20] There war four-an-twontie gray goss-hawks\nA flaffin their wings sae wide,\nTo flaff the stour thra off the road\nThat Fair Annie did ride.\n73[I.21] The[re] war four-a-twontie milk-white dows\nA fleein aboon her head,\nAn four-an-twontie milk-white swans\nHer out the gate to lead.\n73[I.22] Whan she cam to St Marie\u2019s kirk,\nShe lightit on a stane;\nThe beauty o that fair creature\nShone oer mony ane.\n73[I.23] \u2019Twas than out cam the nit-brown bride,\nShe spak wi muckle spite;\n\u2018O where gat ye the water, Annie,\nThat washes you sae white?\u2019\n73[I.24] \u2018I gat my beauty\nWhere ye was no to see;\nI gat it i my father\u2019s garden,\nAneath an apple tree.\n73[I.25] \u2018Ye ma wash i dubs,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018An ye ma wash i syke,\nBut an ye wad wash till doomsday\nYe neer will be as white.\n73[I.26] \u2018Ye ma wash i dubs,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018An ye ma wash i the sea,\nBut an ye soud wash till doomsday\nYe\u2019ll neer be as white as me.\n73[I.27] \u2018For I gat a\u2019 this fair beauty\nWhere ye gat never none,\nFor I gat a\u2019 this fair beauty\nOr ever I was born.\u2019\n73[I.28] It was than out cam Willie,\nWi hats o silks and flowers;\nHe said, Keep ye thae, my Fair Annie,\nAn brook them weel for yours.\u2019\n73[I.29] \u2018Na, keep ye thae, Willie,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Gie them to yer nit-brown bride;\nBid her wear them wi mukle care,\nFor woman has na born a son\nSal mak my heart as sair.\u2019\n73[I.30] Annie\u2019s luppen on her steed\nAn she has ridden hame,\nThan Annie\u2019s luppen of her steed\nAn her bed she has taen.\n73[I.31] When mass was sung, an bells war rung,\nAn a\u2019 man bound to bed,\nAn Willie an his nit-brown bride\nI their chamber war laid.\n73[I.32] They war na weel laid in their bed,\nNor yet weel faen asleep,\nTill up an startit Fair Annie,\nJust up at Willie\u2019s feet.\n73[I.33] \u2018How like ye yer bed, Willie?\nAn how like ye yer sheets?\nAn how like ye yer nut-brown bride,\nLies in yer arms an sleeps?\u2019\n73[I.34] \u2018Weel eneugh I like my bed, Annie,\nWeel eneugh I like my sheets;\nBut wae be to the nit-brown bride\nLies in my arms an sleeps!\u2019\n73[I.35] Willie\u2019s ca\u2019d on his merry men a\u2019\nTo rise an pit on their shoon;\n\u2018An we\u2019ll awae to Annie\u2019s bower,\nWi the ae light o the moon.\u2019\n73[I.36] An whan he cam to Annie\u2019s bower,\nHe tirlt at the pin;\nNane was sae ready as her father\nTo rise an let him in.\n73[I.37] There was her father a[n] her se\u2019en brethren\nA makin to her a bier,\nWi ae stamp o the melten goud,\nAnother o siller clear.\n73[I.38] When he cam to the chamber-door\nWhere that the dead lay in,\nThere was her mother an six sisters\nA makin to her a sheet,\nWi ae drap o . . . .\nAnother o silk sae white.\n73[I.39] \u2018Stand by, stand by now, ladies a\u2019,\nLet me look on the dead;\nThe last time that I kiss[t] her lips\nThey war mair bonny red.\u2019\n73[I.40] \u2018Stand by, stand by now, Willie,\u2019 they said,\n\u2018An let ye her alane;\nGin ye had done as ye soud done,\nShe wad na there ha lien.\u2019\n73[I.41] \u2018Gar deal, gar deal at Annie\u2019s burrial\nThe wheat bread an the wine,\nFor or the morn at ten o clock\nYe\u2019s deal\u2019d as fast at mine.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 73. Lord Thomas and Annet","type":"page"}