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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344264" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lord Thomas And Fair Annet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord Thomas and Fair Annet<br>Sate a' day on a hill;<br>Whan night was cum, and sun was sett,<br>They had not talkt their fill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord Thomas said a word in jest,<br>Fair Annet took it ill:<br>'A, I will nevir wed a wife<br>Against my ain friend's will.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gif ye wull nevir wed a wife,<br>A wife wull neir wed yee;'<br>Sae he is hame to tell his mither,<br>And knelt upon his knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O rede, O rede, mither,' he says,<br>'A gude rede gie to mee;<br>O sall I tak the nut-browne bride,<br>And let Faire Annet bee?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The nut-browne bride haes gowd and gear,<br>Fair Annet she has gat nane;<br>And the little beauty Fair Annet haes<br>O it wull soon be gane.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he has till his brother gane:<br>'Now, brother, rede ye mee;<br>A, sall I marrie the nut-browne bride,<br>And let Fair Annet bee?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The nut-browne bride has oxen, brother,<br>The nut-browne bride has kye;<br>I wad hae ye marrie the nut-browne bride,<br>And cast Fair Annet bye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Her oxen may dye i' the house, billie,<br>And her kye into the byre;<br>And I sall hae nothing to mysell<br>Bot a fat fadge by the fyre.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he has till his sister gane:<br>'Now, sister, rede ye mee;<br>O sall I marrie the nut-browne bride,<br>And set Fair Annet free?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I'se rede ye tak Fair Annet, Thomas,<br>And let the browne bride alane;<br>Lest ye sould sigh, and say, Alace,<br>What is this we brought hame!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No, I will tak my mither's counsel,<br>And marrie me owt o hand;<br>And I will tak the nut-browne bride,<br>Fair Annet may leive the land.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up then rose Fair Annet's father,<br>Twa hours or it wer day,<br>And he is gane unto the bower<br>Wherein Fair Annet lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Rise up, rise up, Fair Annet,' he says<br>'Put on your silken sheene;<br>Let us gae to St. Marie's Kirke,<br>And see that rich weddeen.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My maides, gae to my dressing-roome,<br>And dress to me my hair;<br>Whaireir yee laid a plait before,<br>See yee lay ten times mair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My maids, gae to my dressing-room,<br>And dress to me my smock;<br>The one half is o the holland fine,<br>The other o needle-work.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The horse Fair Annet rade upon,<br>He amblit like the wind;<br>Wi siller he was shod before,<br>Wi burning gowd behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four and twanty siller bells<br>Wer a' tyed till his mane,<br>And yae tift o the norland wind,<br>They tinkled ane by ane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four and twanty gay gude knichts<br>Rade by Fair Annet's side,<br>And four and twanty fair ladies,<br>As gin she had bin a bride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whan she cam to Marie's Kirk,<br>She sat on Marie's stean:<br>The cleading that Fair Annet had on<br>It skinkled in their een.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whan she cam into the kirk,<br>She shimmerd like the sun;<br>The belt that was about her waist<br>Was a' wi pearles bedone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sat her by the nut-browne bride,<br>And her een they wer sae clear,<br>Lord Thomas he clean forgat the bride,<br>When Fair Annet drew near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had a rose into his hand,<br>He gae it kisses three,<br>And reaching by the nut-browne bride,<br>Laid it on Fair Annet's knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up then spak the nut-browne bride,<br>She spak wi meikle spite:<br>'And whair gat ye that rose-water,<br>That does mak yee sae white?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O I did get the rose-water<br>Whair ye wull neir get nane,<br>For I did get that very rose-water<br>Into my mither's wame.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bride she drew a long bodkin<br>Frae out her gay head-gear,<br>And strake Fair Annet unto the heart,<br>That word spak nevir mair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord Thomas he saw Fair Annet wex pale,<br>And marvelit what mote bee;<br>But when he saw her dear heart's blude,<br>A' wood-wroth wexed bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He drew his dagger that was sae sharp,<br>That was sae sharp and meet,<br>And drave it into the nut-browne bride,<br>That fell deid at his feit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now stay for me, dear Annet,' he sed,<br>'Now stay, my dear,' he cry'd;<br>Then strake the dagger untill his heart,<br>And fell deid by her side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord Thomas was buried without kirk-wa,<br>Fair Annet within the quiere,<br>And o the ane thair grew a birk,<br>The other a bonny briere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ay they grew, and ay they threw,<br>As they wad faine be neare;<br>And by this ye may ken right weil<br>They were twa luvers deare.</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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Sate a' day on a hill;
Whan night was cum, and sun was sett,
They had not talkt their fill.

Lord Thomas said a word in jest,
Fair Annet took it ill:
'A, I will nevir wed a wife
Against my ain friend's will.'

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