A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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'' Wear ye the rose o' love, Willie,
And I the thorn o' care
For the woman sail never bear a son,
That will mak my heart sae sair."]]
Whan night was come, and day was ganc.
And a' man boun to bed.
Sweet Willie and the nut-brown bride
In their chamber were laid.
They were na weel lyen down,
And scarcely fti'n asleep.
Whan up and stands she, fair iVnnie,
Just up at Willie's feet.
^^ Weel brook ye o' your brown brown bride.
Between ye and the wa'
And sae will I o' my winding sheet.
That suits me best ava.
'' Weel brook ye o' your brown brown bride^
Between ye and the stock ;
And sae will I o' my black black kist.
That has neither key nor lock.
j^" Weel brook ye o' your brown brown bride.
And o' your bridal bed ;
And sae will I o' the cald cald mools.
That soon will hap my head."]]
Sad Willie raise, put on his claise.
Drew till him his hose and shoon.
And he is on to Annie's bower.
By the lei light o' the moon.