POSTHUMOUS POEMS
"Gin ye'll come hither to me, Annet,
God's grace of me ye'se have."
"I wadna gang out, my auld fool father,
Gin ye were graithed in your grave."
God's grace of me ye'se have."
"I wadna gang out, my auld fool father,
Gin ye were graithed in your grave."
"Give me three kisses, my daughter Annet,
Before my mouth is cold."
"I winna come forth for nae man's grey beard,
Till my bairn be a sennight old."
Before my mouth is cold."
"I winna come forth for nae man's grey beard,
Till my bairn be a sennight old."
He turned his face against the sea.
His heart brak right atwain
"The fire of hell for your body, Annet,
Ere ye behold me again."
His heart brak right atwain
"The fire of hell for your body, Annet,
Ere ye behold me again."
"Pull off the green, and the goodly green.
Put on the black, the black.
For my father is ridden to Wearyland,
I doubt he'll never win back."
Put on the black, the black.
For my father is ridden to Wearyland,
I doubt he'll never win back."
They turned their horse-heads round about,
Rode high upon a hill;
And a' the gate they gaed about,
The devil them garred gang ill.
Rode high upon a hill;
And a' the gate they gaed about,
The devil them garred gang ill.
The neister castle they came to,
It was hard upon the low champaign;
The least worth bower in a' that castle,
It was a' white siller and green stane.
It was hard upon the low champaign;
The least worth bower in a' that castle,
It was a' white siller and green stane.
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