The bride she drew a long bodkin
Frae out her gay head-gear,
And strake Fair Annet unto the heart,
That word spak nevir mair.
26.
26.4 ‘wood-wroth,’ raging mad.
Lord Thomas he saw Fair Annet wex pale,
And marvelit what mote bee;
But whan he saw her dear heart’s blude,
A’ wood-wroth wexed hee.