Story-Telling Ballads / Selected and Arranged for Story-Telling and Reading Aloud and for the Boys' and Girls' Own Reading

by Unknown

But an your young son in her arms;

So open the door to me.”

“Awa, awa, you ill woman,

You’ve na come here for gude;

You’re but a witch, or wile warlock,

Or mermaid o the flude.”

“I’m na a witch, or wile warlock,

Nor mermaiden,” said she;

“I’m but Fair Anny o Roch-royal;