And whare ye laid ae plait before,
Ye'll now lay ten times mair.
"Taylors, to my bower come,85
And mak to me a weed;
And smiths unto my stable come,
And shoe to me a steed."
At every tate o' Annie's horse' mane
There hang a silver bell;90
And there came a wind out frae the south,
Which made them a' to knell.
And whan she came to Mary-kirk,
And sat down in the deas,
The light, that came frae fair Annie,95
Enlighten'd a' the place.
But up and stands the nut-brown bride,
Just at her father's knee;
"O wha is this, my father dear,
That blinks in Willie's e'e?"100
"O this is Willie's first true love,
Before he loved thee."
"If that be Willie's first true love,
He might ha'e latten me be;
She has as much gold on ae finger,105
As I'll wear till I die.
"O whare got ye that water, Annie,
That washes you sae white?"
"I got it in my mither's wambe,
Whare ye'll ne'er get the like.110
"For ye've been wash'd in Dunny's well,
And dried on Dunny's dyke;
And a' the water in the sea
Will never wash ye white."
Willie's ta'en a rose out o' his hat,115
Laid it in Annie's lap;
"[The bonniest to the bonniest fa's,]
Hae, wear it for my sake."