2 'It's I will bake your bridal bread,
And brew your bridal ale,
But wha will welcome your bride hame,
It'll need tae be yersel.'
3 An she's hung up a silken towel
Upon a golden pin,
... tae wipe her een,
As she gaed but and ben.
I
Kinloch MSS, I, 155, May, 1827. "Composed of three recited versions obtained in the west of Scotland."
1 'Learn to mak your bed, Annie,
And learn to lie your lane;
For I am gaing oure the saut seas,
A brisk bride to bring hame.
2 'Wi her I will get gowd and gear;
Wi thee I neer gat nane;
I got thee as a waif woman,
I'll leave thee as the same.
3 'O wha will bake my bridal bread,
Or brew my bridal ale?
Or wha welcome my brisk bride,
That I'll bring oure the dale?'
4 'O I will bake your bridal bread,
And brew your bridal ale;
But I downa welcam your brisk bride
That ye'll bring frae the dale.'
5 'She that welcomes my brisk bride,
She maun look maiden-like;
She maun kaim doun her yellow locks,
And lay them in her neck.'
6 'O how can I look maiden-like,
Whan maiden I am nane?
For seven sons I hae born to thee,
And the eighth lies in my wame.