16 'It's gey sad news to me, Willie,
The saddest ye could tell;
It's gey sad news to me, Willie,
That shoud been bride mysel.'
17 Then she is to her father gane,
And bowed low on her knee:
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18 'Come riddle us, riddle us, father dear,
Us baith yea into ane;
Whether sall I gang to Willie's wedding,
Or sall I stay at hame?'
19 'Whare ane will be your frien, Annie,
Twenty will be your fae;'
'But prove it gude, or prove it bad,
To Willie's wedding I'll gae.
20 'I'll na put on the grisly black,
Nor yet the dowie green,
But I'll put on a scarlet robe
To sheen like onie queen.'
21 She's orderd the smiths to the smithy,
To shoe her a riding steed;
She has orderd tailors to her bouer,
To dress her a riding weed.
22 She has calld her maries to her bour,
To lay gowd on her hair:
'Whare e'er ye put ae plait before,
See ye lay ten times mair.'
23 The steed Fair Annie rade upon,
He bounded like the wind;
Wi silver he was shod before,
Wi burning gowd behind.
24 And four and twenty siller bells
War tiëd til his mane;
Wi ae blast o the norland wind
They tinkled ane by ane.
25 And whan she cam unto the place,
And lichted on the green,
Ilka ane that did her see
Thought that she was a queen.