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1 yours was gude, and gude enough,

But ay the best was mine, For yours was o' the gude red gowd,

��' Yours was o* the gude red gowd,

Mine o' the diamond fine ; Mine was o' the purest troth,

But thine was false within.'

' If ye be the lass of Lochroyan,

As I kenna thou be, Tell me some mair o' the love-tokens

Pass'd between thee and me.'

As we sat on the hill, Thou twin'd me o' my maidenheid,

Right sair against my will ?

' Now open the door, love Gregory !

Open the door ! I pray ; For thy young son is in my arms,

And will be dead ere day.'

'Ye lie, ye lie, ye ill woman,

So loud I hear ye lie; For Annie of the Lochroyan

Is far out-owre the sea.'

Fair Annie turn'd her round about:

' Weel, sine that it be sae, May ne'er woman that has borne a son

Hae a heart sae fu' o' wae !

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