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Child Part III p	A
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O wha will shoe my fu' fair foot	B
And wha will glove my hand	C
And wha will lace my middle jimp	A
Wi' the new made London band	C
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And wha will kaim my yellow hair	D
Wi' the new made silver kaim	E
And wha will father my young son	F
Till Love Gregor come hame	E
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Your father will shoe your fu' fair foot	B
Your mother will glove your hand	C
Your sister will lace your middle jimp	A
Wi' the new made London band	C
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Your brother will kaim your yellow hair	D
Wi' the new made silver kaim	E
And the king of heaven will father your bairn	F
Till Love Gregor come haim	E
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But I will get a bonny boat	G
And I will sail the sea	A
For I maun gang to Love Gregor	H
Since he canno come hame to me	A
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O she has gotten a bonny boat	G
And sailld the sa't sea fame	E
She langd to see her ain true love	I
Since he could no come hame	E
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O row your boat my mariners	J
And bring me to the land	C
For yonder I see my love's castle	K
Close by the sa't sea strand	C
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She has ta'en her young son in her arms	L
And to the door she's gone	F
And lang she's knocked and sair she ca'd	C
But answer got she none	F
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O open the door Love Gregor she says	M
O open and let me in	F
For the wind blaws thro' my yellow hair	D
And the rain draps o'er my chin	F
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Awa awa ye ill woman	F
You'r nae come here for good	C
You'r but some witch or wile warlock	N
Or mer maid of the flood	C
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I am neither a witch nor a wile warlock	N
Nor mer maid of the sea	A
I am Fair Annie of Rough Royal	K
O open the door to me	A
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Gin ye be Annie of Rough Royal	K
And I trust ye are not she	A
Now tell me some of the love tokens	O
That past between you and me	A
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O dinna you mind now Love Gregor	H
When we sat at the wine	F
How we changed the rings frae our fingers	J
And I can show thee thine	F
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O yours was good and good enough	P
But ay the best was mine	F
For yours was o' the good red goud	C
But mine o' the diamonds fine	F
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But open the door now Love Gregor	H
O open the door I pray	Q
For your young son that is in my arms	L
Will be dead ere it be day	Q
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Awa awa ye ill woman	F
For here ye shanno win in	F
Gae drown ye in the raging sea	A
Or hang on the gallows pin	F
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When the cock had crawn and day did dawn	F
And the sun began to peep	A
Then up he rose him Love Gregor	H
And sair sair did he weep	A
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O I dreamd a dream my mother dear	R
The thoughts o' it gars me greet	C
That Fair Annie of Rough Royal	K
Lay cauld dead at my feet	C
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Gin it be for Annie of Rough Royal	K
That ye make a' this din	F
She stood a' last night at this door	S
But I trow she wan no in	F
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O wae betide ye ill woman	F
An ill dead may ye die	C
That ye woudno open the door to her	H
Nor yet woud waken me	A
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O he has gone down to yon shore side	C
As fast as he could fare	D
He saw Fair Annie in her boat	C
But the wind it tossd her sair	D
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And Hey Annie and How Annie	A
O Annie winna ye bide	C
But ay the mair that he cried Annie	A
The braider grew the tide	C
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And Hey Annie and How Annie	A
Dear Annie speak to me	A
But ay the louder he cried Annie	A
The louder roard the sea	A
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The wind blew loud the sea grew rough	P
And dashd the boat on shore	D
Fair Annie floats on the raging sea	A
But her young son rose no more	D
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Love Gregor tare his yellow hair	D
And made a heavy moan	F
Fair Annie's corpse lay at his feet	C
But his bonny young son was gone	F
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O cherry cherry was her cheek	N
And gowden was her hair	D
But clay cold were her rosey lips	T
Nae spark of life was there	D
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And first he's kissd her cherry cheek	N
And neist he's kissed her chin	F
And saftly pressd her rosey lips	T
But there was nae breath within	F
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O wae betide my cruel mother	D
And an ill dead may she die	C
For she turnd my true love frae my door	D
When she came sae far to me	A

Andrew Lang

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