"There's never lint gang on my head,
Nor kame gang in my hair,130
Nor ever coal nor candle light,
Shine in my bower mair."
When seven years were near an end,
The lady she thought lang;
And wi' a crack her heart did brake,135
And sae this ends my sang.
CLERK TAMAS.
Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, i. 43.
Clerk Tamas lov'd her, fair Annie,
As well as Mary lov'd her son;
But now he hates her, fair Annie,
And hates the lands that she lives in.
"Ohon, alas!" said fair Annie,5
"Alas! this day I fear I'll die;
But I will on to sweet Tamas,
And see gin he will pity me."
As Tamas lay ower his shott-window,
Just as the sun was gaen down,10
There he beheld her, fair Annie,
As she came walking to the town.
"O where are a' my well-wight men,
I wat that I pay meat and fee,
For to lat a' my hounds gang loose,15
To hunt this vile whore to the sea!"