ANONYMOUS

'O Annie, Annie/ loud he cried, ' O Annie, O Annie, bide ! '

But ay the mair he cried 'Annie,' The braider grew the tide.

' O Annie, Annie, dear Annie,

Dear Annie, speak to me ! * But ay the louder he gan call.

The louder roar'd the sea.

The wind blew loud, the waves rose hie And dash'd the boat on shore;

Fair Annie's corpse was in the faem, The babe rose never more.

Lord Gregory tore his gowden locks

And made a wafu' moan ; Fair Annie's corpse lay at his feet,

His bonny son was gone.

' O cherry, cherry was her cheek,

And gowden was her hair, And coral, coral was her lips,

Nane might with her compare/

Then first he kiss'd her pale, pale cheek, And syne he kiss'd her chin,

And syne he kiss'd her wane, wane lips, There was na breath within.

' O wae betide my ill mither,

An ill death may she die ! She turn'd my true-love frae my door,

Who cam so far to me.

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