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Willie and Annet
FAIR JANET—C
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Livd ance twa luvers in yon dale,And they luvd ither weel;
Frae evning late to morning aire
Of luving luvd their fill.
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‘Now, Willie, gif you luve me weel,As sae it seems to me,
Gar build, gar build a bonny schip,
Gar build it speedilie.
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‘And we will sail the sea sae green,Unto some far countrie,
Or we'll sail to some bonie isle,
Stands lanely midst the sea.’
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But lang or ere the schip was built,Or deckd, or rigged out,
Came sick a pain in Annet's back
That down she coud na lout.
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‘Now, Willie, gif ye luve me weel,As sae it seems to me,
O haste, haste, bring me to my bowr,
And my bowr-maidens three.’
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He's taen her in his arms twa,And kissd her, cheik and chin;
He's brocht her to her ain sweet bowr,
But nae bowr-maid was in.
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‘Now leave my bower, Willie,’ she said,‘Now leave me to my lane;
Was nevir man in a lady's bower
When she was travelling.’
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He's stepped three steps down the stair,Upon the marble stane;
Sae loud's he heard his young son's greet,
But and his lady's mane!
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‘Now come, now come, Willie,’ she said,‘Tak your young son frae me,
And hie him to your mother's bower,
With speed and privacie.’
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He's taen his young son in his arms,He's kissd him, cheik and chin;
He's hied him to his mother's bower,
By th' ae light of the moon.
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And with him came the bold barone,And he spake up wi pride:
‘Gar seek, gar seek the bower-maidens,
Gar busk, gar busk the bryde.’
12
‘My maidens, easy with my back,And easy with my side;
O set my saddle saft, Willie,
I am a tender bryde.’
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When she came to the burrow-town,They gied her a broch and ring,
And when she came to [OMITTED] ,
They had a fair wedding.
14
O up then spake the norland lord,And blinkit wi his ee:
‘I trow this lady's born a bairn,’
Then laucht loud lauchters three.
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And up then spake the brisk bridegroom,And he spake up wi pryde:
‘Gin I should pawn my wedding-gloves,
I will dance wi the bryde.’
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‘Now had your tongue, my lord,’ she said,‘Wi dancing let me be;
I am sae thin in flesh and blude,
Sma dancing will serve me.’
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But she's taen Willie be the hand,The tear blinded her ee:
‘But I wad dance wi my true-luve,
But bursts my heart in three.’
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She's taen her bracelet frae her arm,Her garter frae her knee:
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He'll neer his mother see.’
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‘Gar deal, gar deal the bread, mother,Gar deal, gar deal the wyne;
This day hath seen my true-love's death,
This nicht shall witness myne.’
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