He drew his dagger, that was sae sharp, And drave it into the nut-browne bride, "Now stay for me, dear Annet," he sed, Lord Thomas was buried without kirkwa, And o the tane thair grew a birk, And ay they grew, and ay they threw, LOVE GREGOR "O WHA will shoe my fu fair foot? 2 "And wha will kaim my yellow hair, "Your father will shoe your fu fair foot, (C) HC-Vol. 40 1 Slim. a Comb. "Your brother will kaim your yellow hair, Wi the new made silver kaim And the king of heaven will father your bairn, Till Love Gregor come haim." "But I will get a bonny boat, For I maun gang to Love Gregor, O she has gotten a bonny boat, "O row your boat, my mariners, She has taen her young son in her arms, And lang she's knocked and sair she ca'd, 66 open the door, Love Gregor," she says, For the win blaws thro my yellow hair, And the rain draps oer my chin." Awa, awa, ye ill woman, You'r nae come here for good; You'r but some witch, or wile warlock," Or mer-maid of the flood." "I am neither a witch nor a wile warlock, Nor mer-maid of the sea, I am Fair Annie of Rough Royal; O open the door to me." "Gin ye be Annie of Rough Royal- "O dinna you mind now, Love Gregor, When we sat at the wine, How we changed the rings frae our fingers? And I can show thee thine. 66 "O yours was good, and good enneugh, But ay the best was mine; For yours was o the good red goud, "But open the door now, Love Gregor, For your young son that is in my arms When the cock had crawn, and day did dawn, And the sun began to peep, Then it raise him Love Gregor, And sair, sair did he weep. "O I dreamd a dream, my mother dear, The thoughts o it gars' me greet,R That Fair Annie of Rough Royal Lay cauld dead at my feet.” 8 "Gin it be for Annie of Rough Royal That ye make a' this din, She stood a' last night at this door, But I trow she wan' no in." Shall not get. Makes. • Weep. • Got. "O wae betide ye, ill woman, 10 An ill dead 20 may ye die! That ye woudno open the door to her, Nor yet woud waken me." O he has gone down to yon shore-side, As fast as he could fare; He saw Fair Annie in her boat, But the wind it tossed her sair. And "Hey, Annie!" and "How, Annie! But ay the mair that he cried Annie, And "Hey, Annie!" and "How, Annie! But ay the louder he cried Annie, The wind blew loud, the sea grew rough, Love Gregor tare his yellow hair, O cherry, cherry was her cheek, 'And first he's kissd her cherry cheek, 10 Death. 66 "O wae betide my cruel mother, And an ill dead may she die! For she turnd my true-love frae my door, 20 BONNY BARBARA ALLAN Ir was in and about the Martinmas time, He sent his man down through the town, O hooly,' hooly rose she up, To the place where he was lying, "O it's I'm sick, and very, very sick, dinna ye mind, young man," said she, When ye was in the tavern a drinking, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan?" He turned his face unto the wall, 1 Softly. |