ANONYMOUS

'Come doun, come doun, my mother dear,

Come aff the castle wa' ! I fear if langer ye stand there,

Ye'll let yoursell doun fa'/

She 's ta'en a cake o' the best bread,

A stoup o' the best wine, And a' the keys upon her arm,

And to the yett is gane.

' O ye're welcome hame, my ain gude lord, To your castles and your towers ;

Ye're welcome hame, my ain gude lord, To your ha's, but and your bowers.

And welcome to your hame, fair lady ! For a' that 's here is yours.'

' O whatna lady 's that, my lord, That welcomes you and me ?

Gin I be lang about this place, Her friend I mean to be.'

Fair Annie served the lang tables Wi' the white bread and the wine;

But ay she drank the wan water To keep her colour fine.

And she gaed by the first table,

And smiled upon them a ; But ere she reach'd the second table,

The tears began to fa'.

yett] gate.

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