ANONYMOUS

'What ails you, what ails you, my housekeeper,

That ye mak sic a mane? Has ony wine-barrel cast its girds,

Or is a' your white bread gane?'

1 It isna because my wine is spilt, Or that my white bread's gane;

But because I've lost my true love's love, And he's wed to anither ane.'

t Noo tell me wha was your father ? ' she says, ' Noo tell me wha was your mother ?

And had ye ony sister ? ' she says, ' And had ye ever a brother ? '

i The Earl of Wemyss was my father, The Countess of Wemyss my mother,

Young Elinor she was my sister dear, And Lord John he was my brother/

6 If the Earl of Wemyss was your father,

I wot sae was he mine ; And it 's O my sister Annie !

Your love ye sallna tyne.

4 Tak your husband, my sister dear ;

You ne'er were wrang'd for me, Beyond a kiss o' his merry mouth

As we cam owre the sea.

'Seven ships, loaded weel,

Cam owre the sea wi' me ; Ane o' them will tak me hame,

And six I'll gie to thee.'

tyne] lose.

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