"Gin ye be Annie of Rough Royal- Now tell me some of the love-tokens "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 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 "Awa, awa, ye ill woman, For here ye shanno win in; Gae drown ye in the raging sea, Or hang on the gallows-pin." When the cock had crawn, and day did dawn, Then it raise him Love Gregor, "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.' "Gin it be for Annie of Rough Royal That ye make a' this din, She stood a' last night at this door, 9 Got. That ye woudno open the door to her, 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. "O wae betide my cruel mother, For she turnd my true-love frae my door, 10 BONNY BARBARA ALLAN It 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, 66 'Young man, I think you're dying." "O it's I'm sick, and very, very sick, Tho your heart's blood were a spilling. "O 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. And slowly, slowly raise she up, She had not gane a mile but twa, 22 66 THE GAY Goss-HAWK "O WELL 's me o my gay goss-hawk, 1 "O how can I your true-love ken‚1 Or how can I her know? Whan frae her mouth I never heard couth, "O well sal ye my true-love ken, As soon as you her see; For, of a' the flowrs in fair Englan, "At even at my love's bowr-door 1 Know. • Sound. • Birch. "An four-and-twenty ladies fair "An four and twenty gay ladies But well sal ye my true-love ken, O even at that lady's bowr-door "O eet and drink, my marys' a', "Sing on, sing on, my bonny bird, O first he sang a merry song, Ha, there's a letter frae your love, 66 'He bids you write a letter to him; He says he's sent you five; He canno wait your love langer, |