An to his mither did say,
“I dreamd a dream this night, mither,
That maks my heart right wae.
“I dreamd that Anny of Roch-royal,
The flowr o a’ her kin,
Was standin mournin at my door,
But nane would lat her in.”
“O there was a woman stood at the door,
Wi a bairn intill her arms,