The grey was a mare, and a right good mare;
But when she wan the Annan water,
She couldna hae ridden a furlong mair,
Had a thousand merks been wadded[571] at her.
VIII
‘O boatman, boatman, put off your boat!
Put off your boat for gowden money!
I cross the drumly[572] stream the night,
Or never mair I see my honey.’—
IX
‘O I was sworn sae late yestreen,
And not by ae aith, but by many;
And for a’ the gowd in fair Scotland,
I dare na take ye through to Annie.’—
X
The side was stey[573], and the bottom deep,
Frae bank to brae the water pouring;
And the bonny grey mare did sweat for fear,
For she heard the water-kelpy[574] roaring.
XI
O he has pu’d aff his dapperpy[575] coat,
The silver buttons glancèd bonny;
The waistcoat bursted aff his breast,
He was sae full of melancholy.