21 'For ye ha been christned wi moss-water,
An roked in the reak,
An ser brunt in yer mither's womb,
For I think ye'll neer be fite.'
22 The nut-brown bride pat her hand in
... at Annie['s] left ear,
And gin her ...
A deep wound and a sare.
23 Than. . Annie ged on her horse back,
An fast away did ride,
But lang or cock's crowing,
Fair Annie was dead.
24 Whan bells were rung, and mess was sung,
An a' man boun to bed,
Sweet Willie and the nut-brown bride
In a chamber were laid.
25 But up und wakend him Sweet Willie
Out of his dreary dream:
'I dreamed a dream this night,
God read a' dream to guid!
26 'That Fair Annies bowr was full of gentlemen,
An herself was dead;
But I will on to Fair Annie,
An si't if it be guid.'
27 Seven lang mile or he came near,
He heard a dolefull chear,
Her father and her seven brithern,
Walking at her bier;
The half of it guid red goud,
The other silver clear.
28 'Ye deal at my love's leak
The white bread an the wine;
But on the morn at this time
Ye's dee the like at mine.'
29 The ane was buried at Mary kirk,
The ither at Mary quire;
Out of the ane grew a birk,
Out of the ither a briar.
30 An aye the langer that they grew,
They came the ither near,
An by that ye might a well kent
They were twa lovers dear.