And aye she served the lang tables
With white bread and with wine;
And aye she drank the wan water,
To had her colour fine.70
And aye she served the lang tables,
With white bread and with brown;
And ay she turn'd her round about,
Sae fast the tears fell down.
And he's ta'en down the silk napkin,75
Hung on a silver pin;
And aye he wipes the tear trickling
Adown her cheek and chin.
And aye he turn'd him round about,
And smiled amang his men,80
Says—"Like ye best the old ladye,
Or her that's new come hame?"—
When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a' men bound to bed,
Lord Thomas and his new-come bride,85
To their chamber they were gaed.
Annie made her bed a little forbye,
To hear what they might say;
"And ever alas!" fair Annie cried,
"That I should see this day!90
"Gin my seven sons were seven young rats,
Running on the castle wa',
And I were a grey cat mysell,
I soon would worry them a'.
"Gin my seven sons were seven young hares,95
Running o'er yon lilly lee,
And I were a grew hound mysell,
Soon worried they a' should be."—
And wae and sad fair Annie sat,
And drearie was her sang;100
And ever, as she sobb'd and grat,
"Wae to the man that did the wrang!"—