A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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^' O, it is Annie of Lochroyan,
Your love, come o'er the sea.
But and your young sdn in her arms
So open the door to me."
'^ Awa, awa, ye ill woman,
— :
You're nae come here for gude ;
You're but a witch, or a vile warlock.
Or mermaid o' the flude."
*' I'm nae witch or vile warlock.
Or mermaiden," said she ;
'* I'm but your Annie of Lochroyan ;—
open the door to me !"
*' O gin ye be Annie of Lochroyan,
As I trust not ye be.
What taiken can ye gie that e'er
1 kept your companie ?"
'' O dinna ye mind, love Gregor," she says,
" Whan we sat at the wine.
How we changed the napkins frae our necks,
It's nae sae lang sinsyne ?
'* And yours was gude, and gude enough,
But nae sae gude as mine ;
For yours was o' the cambrick clear.
But mine o' the silk sae fine.
" And dinna ye mind, love Gregor," she says,
" As we twa sat at dine.
How we chang'd the rings frae our fingers.
And I can shew thee thine
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