"I'll put cooks in my kitchen,
And stewards in my hall,
And I'll have bakers for my bread,35
And brewers for my ale;
But you're to welcome my brisk bride
That I bring owre the dale."
He set his feet into his ship,
And his cock-boat on the main;40
He swore it would be year and day
Or he returned again.
When year and day was past and gane,
Fair Annie she thocht lang;
And she is up to her bower head,45
To behold both sea and land.
"Come up, come up, my eldest son,
And see now what you see;
O yonder comes your father dear,
And your stepmother to be."50
"Cast off your gown of black, mother,
Put on your gown of brown,
And I'll put off my mourning weeds,
And we'll welcome him home."
She's taken wine into her hand,55
And she has taken bread,
And she is down to the water side
To welcome them indeed.
"You're welcome, my lord, you're welcome, my lord,
You're welcome home to me;60
So is every lord and gentleman
That is in your companie.
"You're welcome, my lady, you're welcome, my lady,
You're welcome home to me;
So is every lady and gentleman65
That's in your companie."