A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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He saw his young son in her arms,
Baith toss'd aboon the tide ;
He wrang his hands, and fast he ran.
And plunged in the sea sae wide.
He catch'd her by the yellow hair.
And drew her to the strand
But cauld and stiff was every limb.
Before he reach'd the land.
O first he kist her cherry cheek.
And syne he kist her chin,
And sair he kist her ruby lips
But there was nae breath within*
O he has mourn*d o*er fair Annie,
Till the sun was ganging down
Syne wi' a sich his heart it brast,
And his saul to heaven has flowtb
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