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Child Part III p	A
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Lord Thomas and Fair Annet	B
Sate a' day on a hill	C
Whan night was cum and sun was sett	B
They had not talkt their fill	C
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Lord Thomas said a word in jest	B
Fair Annet took it ill	C
A I will nevir wed a wife	D
Against my ain friend's will	C
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Gif ye wull nevir wed a wife	D
A wife wull neir wed yee	A
Sae he is hame to tell his mither	E
And knelt upon his knee	A
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O rede O rede mither he says	F
A gude rede gie to mee	A
O sall I tak the nut browne bride	B
And let Faire Annet bee	A
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The nut browne bride haes gowd and gear	E
Fair Annet she has gat nane	A
And the little beauty Fair Annet haes	F
O it wull soon be gane	A
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And he has till his brother gane	A
Now brother rede ye mee	A
A sall I marrie the nut browne bride	B
And let Fair Annet bee	A
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The nut browne bride has oxen brother	E
The nut browne bride has kye	A
I wad hae ye marrie the nut browne bride	B
And cast Fair Annet bye	A
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Her oxen may dye i' the house billie	A
And her kye into the byre	E
And I sall hae nothing to mysell	A
Bot a fat fadge by the fyre	E
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And he has till his sister gane	A
Now sister rede ye mee	A
O sall I marrie the nut browne bride	B
And set Fair Annet free	A
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I'se rede ye tak Fair Annet Thomas	F
And let the browne bride alane	A
Lest ye sould sigh and say Alace	F
What is this we brought hame	A
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No I will tak my mither's counsel	A
And marrie me owt o hand	B
And I will tak the nut browne bride	B
Fair Annet may leive the land	B
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Up then rose Fair Annet's father	E
Twa hours or it wer day	B
And he is gane unto the bower	E
Wherein Fair Annet lay	B
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Rise up rise up Fair Annet he says	F
Put on your silken sheene	A
Let us gae to St Marie's Kirke	G
And see that rich weddeen	A
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My maides gae to my dressing roome	A
And dress to me my hair	E
Whaireir yee laid a plait before	E
See yee lay ten times mair	E
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My maids gae to my dressing room	A
And dress to me my smock	G
The one half is o the holland fine	A
The other o needle work	G
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The horse Fair Annet rade upon	A
He amblit like the wind	B
Wi siller he was shod before	E
Wi burning gowd behind	B
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Four and twanty siller bells	F
Wer a' tyed till his mane	A
And yae tift o the norland wind	B
They tinkled ane by ane	A
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Four and twanty gay gude knichts	F
Rade by Fair Annet's side	B
And four and twanty fair ladies	F
As gin she had bin a bride	B
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And whan she cam to Marie's Kirk	G
She sat on Marie's stean	A
The cleading that Fair Annet had on	A
It skinkled in their een	A
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And whan she cam into the kirk	G
She shimmerd like the sun	A
The belt that was about her waist	B
Was a' wi pearles bedone	A
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She sat her by the nut browne bride	B
And her een they wer sae clear	E
Lord Thomas he clean forgat the bride	B
When Fair Annet drew near	E
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He had a rose into his hand	B
He gae it kisses three	A
And reaching by the nut browne bride	B
Laid it on Fair Annet's knee	A
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Up then spak the nut browne bride	B
She spak wi meikle spite	B
And whair gat ye that rose water	E
That does mak yee sae white	B
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O I did get the rose water	E
Whair ye wull neir get nane	A
For I did get that very rose water	E
Into my mither's wame	A
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The bride she drew a long bodkin	A
Frae out her gay head gear	E
And strake Fair Annet unto the heart	B
That word spak nevir mair	E
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Lord Thomas he saw Fair Annet wex pale	A
And marvelit what mote bee	A
But when he saw her dear heart's blude	B
A' wood wroth wexed bee	A
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He drew his dagger that was sae sharp	H
That was sae sharp and meet	B
And drave it into the nut browne bride	B
That fell deid at his feit	B
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Now stay for me dear Annet he sed	B
Now stay my dear he cry'd	B
Then strake the dagger untill his heart	B
And fell deid by her side	B
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Lord Thomas was buried without kirk wa	I
Fair Annet within the quiere	E
And o the ane thair grew a birk	G
The other a bonny briere	E
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And ay they grew and ay they threw	E
As they wad faine be neare	E
And by this ye may ken right weil	A
They were twa luvers deare	E

Andrew Lang

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