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Lord Tbomns and fair Annet.
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^^O^'^ ■** Lord Thomas and fair Annet Sat a' day on a hill Whan
Lord Thomas faid a word in Jeft,
Fair Annet took it ill;
A. I win never wed a wife
Againft mj- ain friends will.
Gif ye will never wed a wife,
A wife will neer wed yce.
Site he is hanie to tell his mither.
An' knetd upon his knee:
O rede, O rede, mither, he fa\s,
A ^ude rede gie to me.
O fall I tak the nut-biowne bride.
And let fair Annet be;'
Ife rede ye tak fair Annet, Thomas,
And let the browne bride alane.
Left ^e fould figh, and fay, Alas
What is this we brought hame.''
No, r will tak my mithers counfel.
And marrifcJJie out o hand.
And I will tak the't^ut-browne bride,
Fair Annet maj' leave the lancf.
Up then rofe fair Annets father
Twa hours or it MeredaV,
And he is gane into the bowei-
Wherein fair Annet lav-
The nut-browne bride has gowd ^ gear. Rife up, rife up, fair A n net, he fa) s,
Jair AuRet fhe's gat nane. Put on your filken fheene.
And the little bewtie fair Annet has. Let us gae to St Maries kirk,.
O it y(ili foon be gane. And fee that rich weddc-Q..
^nd he ha» to his brither gane. My maids- gae to my drrffing-room.
Now, brither, rede ^e me. And drefs to me ray hair,
A. fall r marrie the nut-browne bride, Whair ere ye laid a plait before.
And let feir Annet bej". See ye lay ten times mair.
The nut-browne bride has oxen, brother, My maids , gae to my dreffing-rooii.
The hut-browTie bride has kye. And drefs to me m\- fmOck,
I wad hae 3,* marrie the nut-browne bridc,The one half^is o' the hoUand fine.
And ca-it fair Annet by . The other o nc*dk-work.
Her oxen may d)e 1' the houre,Billie,
And her kye into the hyrc.
And f fali hae naething to vnyfell
But a fat fadge hy the {yre.
And he has till his fifter gane:
Now, lifter, rede _>e ire,
O fall T marrie the nut-browne bride.
And fet fair Annet free?
The horfe fair Annet rade upqn*
He amblit like the wind,
Wi' filler he was fhod before,
Wi' burning gowd behind. .
Four-and-twent;>- filler bells
Werrra tied till his mane,
Wi \ae tift o the norland wind.
They tinkled ane bj- ane.
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