"O what'n a maiden's that," she says, "That welcomes you and me? She is sae like my sister Annie, Was stown i' the bower frae me." O she has served the lang tables, Wi' the white bread and the wine; But ay she drank the wan water, To keep her colour fine. And as she gaed by the first table, She leugh amang them a'; But ere she reach'd the second table, She loot the tears doun fa'. She's ta'en a napkin lang and white, And hung it on a pin; And it was a' to dry her e'en, As she ga'ed out and in. When bells were rung, and mass was sung, And a' men boun to bed, The bride but and the bonny bridegroom, In ae chamber were laid. She's ta'en her harp intill her hand, To harp this twa asleep; And ay as she harped and as she sang, Full sairly did she weep. "O seven full fair sons hae I born, To the gude lord o' this place; And O that they were seven young hares, And them to rin a race, And I mysel a gude greyhound, And I wad gie them chase! "O seven full fair sons hae I born To the gude lord o' this ha'; And O that they were seven rattons To rin frae wa' to wa', And I mysel a gude grey cat, And I wad worry them a'!" "My goun is on," said the new-come bride, "My shoon are on my feet; And I will to fair Annie's chamber, And see what gars her greet. "O wha was't was your father, Annie, And wha was't was your mither? And had ye ony sister, Annie, Or had ye ony brither?" "The Earl o' Richmond was my father, His lady was my mither, And a' the bairns beside mysel, Was a sister and a brither." "O weel befa' your sang, Annie, I wat ye hae sung in time; Gin the Earl o' Richmond was your father, I wat sae was he mine. "O keep your lord, my sister dear, Ye never were wranged by me; I had but ae kiss o' his merry mouth, As we cam' owre the sea. There were five ships o' gude red gold Cam' owre the seas wi' me, It's twa o' them will tak' me home, And three I'll leave wi' thee." * * * * * THE LAIRD O' DRUM. The Laird o' Drum is a-hunting gane, All in a morning early, And he has spied a weel-faur'd May, A-shearing at her barley. "My bonny May, my weel-faur'd May, O will ye fancy me, O? Wilt gae and be the Leddy o' Drum, And let your shearing a-be, O?" "It's I winna fancy you, kind sir, Nor let my shearing a-be, O; For I'm ower low to be Leddy Drum, And your light love I'll never be, O." "Gin ye'll cast aff that goun o' gray, Put on the silk for me, O, I'll mak' a vow, and keep it true, A light love you'll never be, O." "My father lie is a shepherd mean, Keeps sheep on yonder hill, O, And ye may gae and speer at him, For I am at his will, O." Drum is to her father gane, Keeping his sheep on yon hill, O: "I am come to marry your ae daughter, If ye'll gie me your good-will, O." "My dochter can naether read nor write, She ne'er was brocht up at scheel, O; But weel can she milk baith cow and ewe, And mak' a kebbuck weel, O.