An “Heigh, Anny!” an “Hou, Anny!
O Anny, winna you bide?”
But ay the langer that he cried “Anny,”
The higher roard the tide.
The win grew loud, an the sea grew rough,
An the ship was rent in twain,
An soon he saw her Fair Anny
Come floating oer the main.
He saw his young son in her arms,
Baith tossd aboon the tide;