26 'Is this your bride, Sweet Willie?' she said,
'I think she's wondrous wan;
Ye micht have had as fair a bride
As eer the sun sheend on.'
27 'O haud your tongue, Fair Annie,' he said,
'Wi your talk let me abee;
For better I loe your little finger
Than the brown bride's haill bodie.'
28 Then out and spak the nut-brown bride,
And she spak out of spite:
'O whare gat ye the water, Annie,
That washd your face sae white?'
29 'O I gat een the water,' quo she,
'Whare ye will neer get nane;
It's I gat een the water,' quo she,
'Aneath yon marble stane.'
30 Then out and spake the nut-brown bride,
And she spak yet again:
'O whare gat ye the claith, Annie,
That dried your face sae clean?'
31 'O I gat een the claith,' quo she,
'Whare ye will neer get nane;
It's I gat een the claith,' quo she,
'Aneath yon bouer o bane.'
32 The brown bride had a little penknife,
Which she kept secret there;
She stabbd Fair Annie to the heart,
A deep wound and a sair.
33 It's out and spak he Sweet Willie,
And he spak yet again:
'O what's the matter wi thee, Annie,
That ye do look sae wan?'
34 'Oh are ye blind, Willie?' she said,
'Or do ye no weel see?
I think ye micht see my heart's blude,
Come rinning by my knee.'
35 Then Willie took a little sword,
Which he kept secret there,
And strak the brown bride to the heart,
A word she neer spak mair.