Fair Annie turn'd her round about—
"Weel! since that it be sae,
May never a woman that has borne a son,95
Hae a heart sae fou o' wae!
"Take down, take down, that mast o' gowd!
Set up a mast o' tree!
It disna become a forsaken lady
To sail sae royallie."100
When the cock had crawn, and the day did dawn,
And the sun began to peep,
Then up and raise him Lord Gregory,
And sair, sair did he weep.
"Oh I hae dream'd a dream, mother,105
I wish it may prove true!
That the bonny Lass of Lochroyan
Was at the yate e'en now.
"O I hae dream'd a dream, mother,
The thought o't gars me greet!110
That fair Annie o' Lochroyan
Lay cauld dead at my feet."—
"Gin it be for Annie of Lochroyan
That ye make a' this din,
She stood a' last night at your door,115
But I true she wan na in."—
"O wae betide ye, ill woman!
An ill deid may ye die!
That wadna open the door to her,
O he's gane down to yon shore side
As fast as he could fare;
He saw fair Annie in the boat,
But the wind it toss'd her sair.