And when she saw the stately tower, Says, "Row the boat, my mariners, She sailed it round, and sailed it round, "Now break, now break your fairy charms, And set my true-love free." She's ta'en her young son in her arms, And to the door she's gane, And long she knocked, and sair she ca'd, "O open, open, Gregory! O open! if ye be within; "O open the door, Lord Gregory! O open and let me in! The wind blows loud and cauld, Gregory, The rain drops frae my chin. "The shoe is frozen to my foot, The wet drops frae my yellow hair, O up then spak his ill mither, "Awa', awa', ye ill woman, Ye're no come here for gude; Ye're but some witch or wil' warlock, Or mermaid o' the flood." "I am neither witch nor wil' warlock, "Gin ye be Annie of Lochroyan, As I trow thou binna she, Now tell me of some love-tokens That passed 'tween thee and me." "O dinna ye mind, love Gregory, As we sat at the wine, We changed the rings frae our fingers? And I can shew thee thine. "O yours was gude, and gude enough, But ay the best was mine, For yours was o' the gude red gowd, But mine o' the diamond fine. "Yours was o' the gude red gowd, But thine was false within." "If ye be the lass of Lochroyan, As I kenna thou be, Tell me some mair o' the love-tokens Passed between thee and me." "And dinna ye mind, love Gregory! As we sat on the hill, Thou twined me o' my maidenheid, Right sair against my will? "Now open the door, love Gregory! For thy young son is in my arms, "Ye lee, ye lee, ye ill woman, Is far out-owre the sea." Fair Annie turned her round about: "Weel, syne that it be sae, May ne'er woman that has borne a son Hae a heart sae fu' o' wae! "Tak down, tak down that mast o' gowd, Set up a mast o' tree; It disna become a forsaken lady To sail sae royallie." When the cock had crawn, and the day did dawn And the sun began to peep, Up then raise Lord Gregory, And sair, sair did he weep. "O I hae dreamed a dream, mither, "O I hae dreamed a dream, mither, The thought o't gars me greet! That fair Annie of Lochroyan Lay dead at my bed-feet." "Gin it be for Annie of Lochroyan She stood last night at your bower-door, "O wae betide ye, ill woman, An ill death may ye dee! That wadna open the door yoursell O he's gane down to yon shore-side, And there he saw fair Annie's bark "O Annie, Annie," loud he cried, "O Annie, Annie, dear Annie, The wind blew loud, the waves rose hie Lord Gregory tore his gowden locks His bonny son was gane. "O cherry, cherry was her cheek, And gowden was her hair, And coral, coral was her lips, Nane might with her compare." Then first he kissed her pale, pale cheek, And syne he kissed her chin, And syne he kissed her wane, wane lips, There was na breath within. “O wae betide my ill mither, An ill death may she dee! She turned my true-love frae my door, "O wae betide my ill mither, An ill death may she dee! She has no been the deid o' ane, But she's been the deid o' three." Then he's ta'en out a little dart, He thrust it through and through his heart, Unknown YOUNG BEICHAN AND SUSIE PYE IN London was young Beichan born, He longed strange countries for to see; For he viewed the fashions of that land: Would Beichan never bend a knee. So in every shoulder they've putten a bore, They've casten him in a dungeon deep, Where he could neither hear nor see; And fed him on naught but bread and water, This Moor he had but ae daughter, |