31 When he came to Fair Annie's bower,
And lighted and gaed in,
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
32 Her father was at her heed, her heed,
Her mother at her feet,
Her sister she was at her side,
Puttin on her winding sheet.
33 'It's kiss will I yer cheek, Annie,
And kiss will I your chin,
And I will kiss your wan, wan lips,
Tho there be no breath within.
34 'Ye birl, ye birle at my luve's wake
The white bread and the wine,
And or the morn at this same time
Ye'll birle the same at mine.'
35 They birled, they birled at Annies wake
The white bread and the wine,
And ere the morn at that same time
At his they birled the same.
36 The one was buried at Mary's kirk,
The other at Mary's quire,
And throw the one there sprang a birk,
And throw the other a brier.
37 And ay at every year's ane
They grew them near and near
And every one that passed them by
Said, They be lovers dear.
G
Skene MS., p. 104; northeast of Scotland, 1802-03.