And "heigh, Annie!" and "how, Annie!
O, Annie, winna ye bide?"110
But ay the louder that he cried "Annie,"
The higher rair'd the tide.
And "heigh, Annie!" and "how, Annie!
O, Annie, speak to me!"
But ay the louder that he cried "Annie,"115
The louder rair'd the sea.
The wind grew loud, and the sea grew rough,
And the ship was rent in twain;
And soon he saw her, fair Annie,
Come floating o'er the main.120
He saw his young son in her arms,
Baith toss'd aboon the tide;
He wrang his hands, and fast he ran,
And plunged in the sea sae wide.
He catch'd her by the yellow hair,125
And drew her to the strand;
But cald and stiff was every limb,
Before he reach'd the land.
O first he kist her cherry cheek,
And syne he kist her chin;130
And sair he kist her ruby lips,
But there was nae breath within.
O he has mourn'd o'er fair Annie,
Till the sun was ganging down;
Syne wi' a sich his heart it brast,135
And his saul to heaven has flown.