7. ‘Come up, come up, my eldest son, And look o’er yon sea-strand, And see your father’s new-come bride, Before she come to land.’ 8. ‘Come down, come down, my mother dear, Come frae the castle wa’! I fear, if langer ye stand there, Ye’ll let yoursell down fa’.’ 9. And she gaed down, and farther down, Her love’s ship for to see, And the topmast and the mainmast Shone like the silver free. 10. And she’s gane down, and farther down, The bride’s ship to behold, And the topmast and the mainmast They shone just like the gold. 11. She’s taen her seven sons in her hand, I wot she didna fail; She met Lord Thomas and his bride, As they came o’er the dale. 12. ‘You’re welcome to your house, Lord Thomas, You’re welcome to your land; You’re welcome with your fair ladye, That you lead by the hand. 13. ‘You’re welcome to your ha’s, ladye, You’re welcome to your bowers; You’re welcome to your hame, ladye, For a’ that’s here is yours.’ 14. ‘I thank thee, Annie, I thank thee, Annie, Sae dearly as I thank thee; You’re the likest to my sister Annie, That ever I did see. 15. ‘There came a knight out o’er the sea, And steal’d my sister away; The shame scoup in his company, And land where’er he gae!’ 16. She hang ae napkin at the door, Another in the ha’, And a’ to wipe the trickling tears, Sae fast as they did fa’. 17. And aye she served the long tables, With white bread and with wine; And aye she drank the wan water, To had her colour fine. 18. And aye she served the lang tables, With white bread and with brown; And ay she turned her round about Sae fast the tears fell down. 19. And he’s taen down the silk napkin, Hung on a silver pin, And aye he wipes the tear trickling A’ down her cheek and chin. 20. And aye he turned him round about, And smil’d amang his men; Says, ‘Like ye best the old ladye, Or her that’s new come hame?’ 21. When bells were rung, and mass was sung, And a’ men bound to bed, Lord Thomas and his new-come bride To their chamber they were gaed. 22. Annie made her bed a little forbye, To hear what they might say; ‘And ever alas,’ Fair Annie cried, ‘That I should see this day! 23. ‘Gin my seven sons were seven young rats Running on the castle wa’, And I were a gray cat mysell, I soon would worry them a’. 24. ‘Gin my seven sons were seven young hares, Running o’er yon lilly lee, And I were a grew hound mysell, Soon worried they a’ should be.’ 25. And wae and sad Fair Annie sat, And drearie was her sang, And ever, as she sobb’d and grat, ‘Wae to the man that did the wrang!’ 26. ‘My gown is on,’ said the new-come bride, ‘My shoes are on my feet, And I will to Fair Annie’s chamber, And see what gars her greet.