A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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'* O I sail wed the nut-brown maiiJ,
And I sail bring her hame
But peace nor rest between tis twa.
Till death sinder's again.
*' But, alas, alas l" says sweet Willie,
" O fair is Annie's face !"
" But what's the matter, my son Willie,
She has nae ither grace."
" Alas, alas !" says sweet Willie
" But white is Annie's hand !"
" But what's the matter, my son Willie,
She has na a fur o' land."
" Sheep will die in cots, mither.
And owsen * die in byre ;
And what's this warld's wealth to me^
An I get na my heart's desire ?
" Whare will I get a bonny boy.
That wad fain win hose and shoon.
That will rin to fair Annie's bower,
Wi' the lei light o' the moon ?
" Ye'll tell her come to Willie's weddin^.
The morn at twal at noon ;
Ye'll tell her to come to Willie's weddin'.
The heir o' DupUn town.
** She manna put on the black, the black.
Nor yet the dowie brown ;
But the scarlet sae red, and the kerches sae white^
And her bonny locks hangin' down."
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