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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.
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74

FAIR ANNIE—D

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Herd, The Ancient and Modern Scots Songs, 1769, p. 307.

1

Wha will bake my bridal bread,
And brew my bridal ale?
And wha will welcome my brisk bride,
That I bring oer the dale?’

2

‘I will bake your bridal bread,
And brew your bridal ale,
And I will welcome your brisk bride,
That you bring oer the dale.’

3

‘But she that welcomes my brisk bride
Maun gang like maiden fair;
She maun lace on her robe sae jimp,
And braid her yellow hair.’

4

‘But how can I gang maiden-like,
When maiden I am nane?
Have I not born seven sons to thee,
And am with child agen?’

5

She's taen her young son in her arms,
Another in her hand,
And she's up to the highest tower,
To see him come to land.

6

‘You're welcome to your house, master,
You're welcome to your land;
You're welcome with your fair lady,
That you lead by the hand.’
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7

And ay she servd the lang tables,
With white bread and with wine,
And ay she drank the wan water,
To had her colour fine.

8

Now he's taen down a silk napkin,
Hung on the silver pin,
And ay he wipes the tears trickling
Adown her cheek and chin.