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But, aye the mair he cried " Annie I"
The braider grew the tide.
" Oh hey, Annie ! oh howe, Annie !
Oh, Annie, speak to me !"
But, aye the louder he cried " Annie I"
The louder roared the sea.
The wind blew loud, the sea grew rough,
And dashed the boat on shore ;
Fair Annie floated through the faem,
But the babie rase no more.
Lord Gregory tore his yellow hair,
And made a heavy moan ;
Fair Annie's corpse lay at his feet —
Her bonnie young son was gone.
Oh, cherry^ cherry was her cheek,
And gowden was her hair ;
But clay- cold were her rosy lips—
Nae spark o' life was there.
And first he kissed her cherry cheek,
And syne he kissed her chin ;
And syne he kissed her rosy lips — ,
There was nae breath within.
" O, wae betide my cruel mother !
An ill death may she dee I
She turned my true love frae my door,
Wha cam sae far to me.
O, wae betide my cruel mother \
An ill dfeid may she dee I
She turned fair Annie frae my door,
Wha died for love o' me 1"

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