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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fair Annie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It's narrow, narrow, make your bed,<br>And learn to lie your lane:<br>For I'm ga'n oer the sea, Fair Annie,<br>A braw bride to bring hame.<br>Wi her I will get gowd and gear;<br>Wi you I neer got nane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But wha will bake my bridal bread,<br>Or brew my bridal ale?<br>And wha will welcome my brisk bride,<br>That I bring oer the dale?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It's I will bake your bridal bread,<br>And brew your bridal ale,<br>And I will welcome your brisk bride,<br>That you bring oer the dale.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But she that welcomes my brisk bride<br>Maun gang like maiden fair;<br>She maun lace on her robe sae jimp,<br>And braid her yellow hair.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But how can I gang maiden-like,<br>When maiden I am nane?<br>Have I not born seven sons to thee,<br>And am with child again?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's taen her young son in her arms,<br>Another in her hand,<br>And she's up to the highest tower,<br>To see him come to land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come up, come up, my eldest son,<br>And look oer yon sea-strand,<br>And see your father's new-come bride,<br>Before she come to land.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come down, come down, my mother dear,<br>Come frae the castle wa!<br>I fear, if langer ye stand there,<br>Ye'll let yoursell down fa.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she gaed down, and farther down,<br>Her love's ship for to see,<br>And the topmast and the mainmast<br>Shone like the silver free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she's gane down, and farther down,<br>The bride's ship to behold,<br>And the topmast and the mainmast<br>They shone just like the gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's taen her seven sons in her hand,<br>I wot she didna fail;<br>She met Lord Thomas and his bride,<br>As they came oer the dale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You're welcome to your house, Lord Thomas,<br>You're welcome to your land;<br>You're welcome with your fair ladye,<br>That you lead by the hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You're welcome to your ha's, ladye,<br>You're welcome to your bowers;<br>Your welcome to your hame, ladye,<br>For a' that's here is yours.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I thank thee, Annie; I thank thee, Annie,<br>Sae dearly as I thank thee;<br>You're the likest to my sister Annie,<br>That ever I did see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There came a knight out oer the sea,<br>And steald my sister away;<br>The shame scoup in his company,<br>And land where'er he gae!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hang ae napkin at the door,<br>Another in the ha,<br>And a' to wipe the trickling tears,<br>Sae fast as they did fa.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And aye she served the lang tables<br>With white bread and with wine,<br>And aye she drank the wan water,<br>To had her colour fine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And aye she served the lang tables,<br>With white bread and with brown;<br>And aye she turned her round about,<br>Sae fast the tears fell down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he's taen down the silk napkin,<br>Hung on a silver pin,<br>And aye he wipes the tear trickling<br>A'down her cheek and chin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And aye he turn'd him round about,<br>And smiled amang his men;<br>Says, 'Like ye best the old ladye,<br>Or her that's new come hame?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When bells were rung, and mass was sung,<br>And a' men bound to bed,<br>Lord Thomas and his new-come bride<br>To their chamber they were gaed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Annie made her bed a little forbye,<br>To hear what they might say;<br>'And ever alas!' Fair Annie cried,<br>'That I should see this day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gin my seven sons were seven young rats,<br>Running on the castle wa,<br>And I were a grey cat mysell,<br>I soon would worry them a'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gin my young sons were seven young hares,<br>Running oer yon lilly lee,<br>And I were a grew hound mysell,<br>Soon worried they a' should be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wae and sad Fair Annie sat,<br>And drearie was her sang,<br>And ever, as she sobbd and grat,<br>'Wae to the man that did the wrang!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My gown is on,' said the new-come bride,<br>'My shoes are on my feet,<br>And I will to Fair Annie's chamber,<br>And see what gars her greet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What ails ye, what ails ye, Fair Annie,<br>That ye make sic a moan?<br>Has your wine-barrels cast the girds,<br>Or is your white bread gone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O wha was't was your father, Annie,<br>Or wha was't was your mother?<br>And had ye ony sister, Annie,<br>Or had ye ony brother?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The Earl of Wemyss was my father,<br>The Countess of Wemyss my mother;<br>And a' the folk about the house<br>To me were sister and brother.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If the Earl of Wemyss was your father,<br>I wot sae was he mine;<br>And it shall not be for lack o gowd<br>That ye your love sall fyne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For I have seven ships o mine ain,<br>A' loaded to the brim,<br>And I will gie them a' to thee<br>Wi four to thine eldest son:<br>But thanks to a' the powers in heaven<br>That I gae maiden hame!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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For I'm ga'n oer the sea, Fair Annie,
A braw bride to bring hame.
Wi her I will get gowd and gear;
Wi you I neer got nane.

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