11
'Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie,
Do all ye can to save my dear Annie.'
12
'I've laid about, steerd about, laid about cannie,
But all I can do, she winna sail for me.
13
'Ye'll tak her in your arms twa, lo, lift her cannie,
And throw her out owre board, your ain dear Annie.'
14
He has tane her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie,
He has thrown her out owre board, his ain dear Annie.
15
As the ship sailed, bonnie Annie she swam,
And she was at Ireland as soon as them.
16
He made his love a coffin of the gowd sae yellow,
And buried his bonnie love doun in a sea valley.
B.
Motherwell's MS., p. 652. From the singing of a boy, Henry French, Ayr.
1
Down in Dumbarton there wonnd a rich merchant,
Down in Dumbarton there wond a rich merchant,
And he had nae family but ae only dochter.
Sing fal lal de deedle, fal lal de deedle lair, O a day
2
There cam a rich squire, intending to woo her,
He wooed her until he had got her wi babie.