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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lass of Lochroyan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O WHA will shoe my bonny foot? <br> And wha will glove my hand? <br>And wha will bind my middle jimp <br> Wi' a lang, lang linen band? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O wha will kame my yellow hair, <br> With a haw bayberry kame? <br>And wha will be my babe's father <br> Till Gregory come hame?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They father, he will shoe thy foot, <br> Thy brother will glove thy hand, <br>Thy mither will bind thy middle jimp <br> Wi' a lang, lang linen band. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thy sister will kame thy yellow hair, <br> Wi' a haw bayberry kame; <br>The Almighty will be thy babe's father <br> Till Gregory come hame.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And wha will build a bonny ship, <br> And set it on the sea? <br>For I will go to seek my love, <br> My ain love Gregory.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up then spak her father dear, <br> A wafu' man was he; <br>'And I will build a bonny ship, <br> And set her on the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And I will build a bonny ship, <br> And set her on the sea, <br>And ye sal gae and seek your love, <br> Your ain love Gregory.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he 's gart build a bonny ship, <br> And set it on the sea, <br>Wi' four-and-twenty mariners, <br> To bear her company. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O he 's gart build a bonny ship, <br> To sail on the salt sea; <br>The mast was o' the beaten gold, <br> The sails o' cramoisie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sides were o' the gude stout aik, <br> The deck o' mountain pine, <br>The anchor o' the silver shene, <br> The ropes o' silken twine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hadna sail'd but twenty leagues, <br> But twenty leagues and three, <br>When she met wi' a rank reiver, <br> And a' his companie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now are ye Queen of Heaven hie, <br> Come to pardon a' our sin? <br>Or are ye Mary Magdalane, <br> Was born at Bethlam?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I'm no the Queen of Heaven hie, <br> Come to pardon ye your sin, <br>Nor am I Mary Magdalane, <br> Was born in Bethlam. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But I'm the lass of Lochroyan, <br> That 's sailing on the sea <br>To see if I can find my love, <br> My ain love Gregory.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O see na ye yon bonny bower? <br> It 's a' covered owre wi' tin; <br>When thou hast sail'd it round about, <br> Lord Gregory is within.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when she saw the stately tower, <br> Shining both clear and bright, <br>Whilk stood aboon the jawing wave, <br> Built on a rock of height, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Says, 'Row the boat, my mariners, <br> And bring me to the land, <br>For yonder I see my love's castle, <br> Close by the salt sea strand.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sail'd it round, and sail'd it round, <br> And loud and loud cried she, <br>'Now break, now break your fairy charms, <br> And set my true-love free.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She 's ta'en her young son in her arms, <br> And to the door she 's gane, <br>And long she knock'd, and sair she ca'd. <br> But answer got she nane. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O open, open, Gregory! <br> O open! if ye be within; <br>For here 's the lass of Lochroyan, <br> Come far fra kith and kin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O open the door, Lord Gregory! <br> O open and let me in! <br>The wind blows loud and cauld, Gregory, <br> The rain drops fra my chin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The shoe is frozen to my foot, <br> The glove unto my hand, <br>The wet drops fra my yellow hair, <br> Na langer dow I stand.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O up then spak his ill mither, <br> --An ill death may she die! <br>'Ye're no the lass of Lochroyan, <br> She 's far out-owre the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Awa', awa', ye ill woman, <br> Ye're no come here for gude; <br>Ye're but some witch or wil' warlock, <br> Or mermaid o' the flood.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am neither witch nor wil' warlock, <br> Nor mermaid o' the sea, <br>But I am Annie of Lochroyan, <br> O open the door to me!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gin ye be Annie of Lochroyan, <br> As I trow thou binna she, <br>Now tell me of some love-tokens <br> That pass'd 'tween thee and me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O dinna ye mind, love Gregory, <br> As we sat at the wine, <br>We changed the rings frae our fingers? <br> And I can shew thee thine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O yours was gude, and gude enough, <br> But ay the best was mine, <br>For yours was o' the gude red gowd, <br> But mine o' the diamond fine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yours was o' the gude red gowd, <br> Mine o' the diamond fine; <br>Mine was o' the purest troth, <br> But thine was false within.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If ye be the lass of Lochroyan, <br> As I kenna thou be, <br>Tell me some mair o' the love-tokens <br> Pass'd between thee and me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And dinna ye mind, love Gregory! <br> As we sat on the hill, <br>Thou twin'd me o' my maidenheid, <br> Right sair against my will? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now open the door, love Gregory! <br> Open the door! I pray; <br>For thy young son is in my arms, <br> And will be dead ere day.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye lie, ye lie, ye ill woman, <br> So loud I hear ye lie; <br>For Annie of the Lochroyan <br> Is far out-owre the sea.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair Annie turn'd her round about: <br> 'Weel, sine that it be sae, <br>May ne'er woman that has borne a son <br> Hae a heart sae fu' o' wae! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tak down, tak down that mast o' gowd, <br> Set up a mast of tree; <br>It disna become a forsaken lady <br> To sail sae royallie.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the cock has crawn, and the day did dawn, <br> And the sun began to peep, <br>Up than raise Lord Gregory, <br> And sair, sair did he weep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O I hae dream'd a dream, mither, <br> I wish it may bring good! <br>That the bonny lass of Lochroyan <br> At my bower window stood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O I hae dream'd a dream, mither, <br> The thought o't gars me greet! <br>That fair Annie of Lochroyan <br> Lay dead at my bed-feet.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gin it be for Annie of Lochroyan <br> That ye mak a' this mane, <br>She stood last night at your bower-door, <br> But I hae sent her hame.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O wae betide ye, ill woman, <br> An ill death may ye die! <br>That wadna open the door yoursell <br> Nor yet wad waken me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O he 's gane down to yon shore-side, <br> As fast as he could dree, <br>And there he saw fair Annie's bark <br> A rowing owre the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O Annie, Annie,' loud he cried, <br> 'O Annie, O Annie, bide!' <br>But ay the mair he cried 'Annie,' <br> The braider grew the tide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O Annie, Annie, dear Annie, <br> Dear Annie, speak to me!' <br>But ay the louder he gan call, <br> The louder roar'd the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind blew loud, the waves rose hie <br> And dash'd the boat on shore; <br>Fair Annie's corpse was in the faem, <br> The babe rose never more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord Gregory tore his gowden locks <br> And made a wafu' moan; <br>Fair Annie's corpse lay at his feet, <br> His bonny son was gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O cherry, cherry was her cheek, <br> And gowden was her hair, <br>And coral, coral was her lips, <br> Nane might with her compare.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then first he kiss'd her pale, pale cheek, <br> And syne he kiss'd her chin, <br>And syne he kiss'd her wane, wane lips, <br> There was na breath within. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O wae betide my ill mither, <br> An ill death may she die! <br>She turn'd my true-love frae my door, <br> Who cam so far to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O wae betide my ill mither, <br> An ill death may she die! <br>She has no been the deid o' ane, <br> But she 's been the deid of three.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he 's ta'en out a little dart, <br> Hung low down by his gore, <br>He thrust it through and through his heart, <br> And words spak never more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous">Anonymous</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345603" data-title="The Lass of Lochroyan de Anonymous" data-description="'O WHA will shoe my bonny foot? 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