"I'll gi'e her a gift, and a very gude gift,
My lord the king," said she;
"For I'll gi'e her my auld shoe to wear,
Best fitting her base degree."
"O that is a gift, but nae gude gift,105
My noble bride and queen;
And ye maun gi'e her anither gift,
If you'll my favour win."
"Then I'll gi'e her a very gude gift,
My lord the king," said she;110
"I'll gie her my millers seven, that lig
Sae far ayont the sea.
"Well are they fed, well are they clad,
And live in heal and weal;
And well they ken to measure out115
The wheat, but and caneel."
Fair Annie says, "My noble lord,
This boon ye grant to me;
Let me gang up to the bridal bower,
Your young bride for to see."120
"O gangna, Annie, gangna, there,
Nor come that bower within;
Ye maunna come near that bridal bower,
Wad ye my favour win."
Fair Annie is till his mither gane:125
"O lady mither," said she,
"May I gang to the bridal bower,
My lord's new bride to see?"
"That well ye may," his mither said;
But see that ye're buskit bra',130
And clad ye in your best cleading,
Wi' your bower maidens a'."