"Awa, awa, ye ill woman,
You're nae come here for gude;
You're but a witch, or a vile warlock,
Or mermaid o' the flude."
"I'm nae a witch or vile warlock,45
Or mermaiden," said she;—
"I'm but your Annie of Lochroyan;—
O open the door to me!"
"O gin ye be Annie of Lochroyan,
As I trust not ye be,50
What taiken can ye gie that e'er
I kept your companie?"
"O dinna ye mind, love Gregor," she says,
"Whan we sat at the wine,
How we changed the napkins frae our necks?55
It's nae sae lang sinsyne.
"And yours was gude, and gude enough,
But nae sae gude as mine;
For yours was o' the cambrick clear,
But mine o' the silk sae fine.60
"And dinna ye mind, love Gregor," she says,
"As we twa sat at dine,
How we chang'd the rings frae our fingers,
And I can shew thee thine:
"And yours was gude, and gude enough,65
Yet nae sae gude as mine;
For yours was o' the gude red gold,
But mine o' the diamonds fine.
"Sae open the door, now, love Gregor,
And open it wi' speed;70
Or your young son, that is in my arms,
For cald will soon be dead."
"Awa, awa, ye ill woman,
Gae frae my door for shame;
For I hae gotten anither fair love,75
Sae ye may hie you hame."