"O open the door, Lord Gregory!
O open and let me in!
For the wind blaws through my yellow hair,
And the rain draps o'er my chin."—60
"Awa, awa, ye ill woman!
Ye're no come here for good!
Ye're but some witch or wil warlock,
Or mermaid o' the flood."—
"I am neither witch, nor wil warlock,65
Nor mermaid o' the sea;
But I am Annie of Lochroyan;
O open the door to me!"—
"Gin thou be Annie of Lochroyan,
(As I trow thou binna she,)70
Now tell me some o' the love tokens
That past between thee and me."
"O dinna ye mind, Lord Gregory,
As we sat at the wine,
We changed the rings frae our fingers?75
And I can show thee thine.
"O yours was gude, and gude enough,
But aye the best was mine;
For yours was o' the gude red gowd,
But mine o' the diamond fine.80
"And has na thou mind, Lord Gregory,
As we sat on the hill,
Thou twin'd me o' my maidenheid
Right sair against my will?
"Now open the door, Lord Gregory!85
Open the door, I pray!
For thy young son is in my arms,
And will be dead ere day."—
"If thou be the lass of Lochroyan,
(As I kenna thou be,)90
Tell me some mair o' the love tokens
Past between me and thee."