"Oh I hae dreamed a dream, mother, I wish it may prove true! 46 Oh I hae dreamed a dream, mother The thought o't gars me greet! That Fair Annie o' Lochroyan Lay cauld dead at my feet!" "Gin it be for Annie o' Lochroyan "O wae betide ye, ill woman! Oh he's gane down to yon shore side As fast as he could fare; He saw fair Annie in the boat, 66 But the wind it tossed her sair. And hey, Annie! and how, Annie! But aye the mair he cried Annie, The braider grew the tide. "And hey, Annie! and how, Annie! But aye the louder he cried Annie The wind blew loud, the sea grew rough, Lord Gregory tore his yellow hair, Oh cherry, cherry was her cheek, And first he kissed her cherry cheek, "Oh wae betide my cruel mother! She turned my true love frae my door 66 Oh wae betide my cruel mother! She turned Fair Annie frae my door, EARL RICHARD. LADY rock never your young son young, For I have a sweetheart in Garlioch Wells "The very sole of that lady's foot Than thy face is far more white." She birled him with the ale and wine A living man he laid him down, But I wot he ne'er rose up. Plied. Then up and spake the popinjay,' 66 That flew aboun her head, Lady! keep weel your green cleiding O better I'll keep my green cleiding Than thou canst keep thy clattering toung, She has call'd upon her bower maidens, There lies a dead man in my bour, They hae booted him, and spurred him, As he was wont to ride; A hunting-horn tied round his waist, And they hae had him to the wan water, For a' men call it Clyde. Then up and spoke the popinjay That sat upon the tree,— "What hae ye done wi' Erl Richard? 66 Ye were his gay ladye." Come down, come down, my bonny bird, And sit upon my hand, I Parrot. |