35. And he has rewarded Wise William Wi’ the best half of his land; And sae has he the turtle dow Wi’ the truth o’ his right hand. [Annotations: 3.1: ‘kaivles,’ lots. 13.4: ‘gallows-pin,’ the projecting beam of the gallows. 16.1: ‘birled,’ plied. 16.4: ‘wallwood,’ wild wood: a conventional ballad-phrase. 25.2: A stock ballad-phrase. 33.1: A ballad conventionality.] FAIR ANNIE OF ROUGH ROYAL ‘Ouvre ta port’, Germin’, c’est moi qu’est ton mari.’ ‘Donnez-moi des indic’s de la première nuit, Et par là je croirai que vous et’s mon mari.’ --_Germaine._ +The Text+ is Fraser Tytler’s, taken down from the recitation of Mrs. Brown in 1800, who had previously (1783) recited a similar version to Jamieson. The later recitation, which was used by Scott, with others, seems to contain certain improvisations of Mrs. Brown’s which do not appear in the earlier form. +The Story.+--A mother, who feigns to be her own son and demands tokens of the girl outside the gate, turns her son’s love away, and is cursed by him. Similar ballads exist in France, Germany, and Greece. There is an early eighteenth-century MS. (Elizabeth Cochrane’s _Song-Book_) of this ballad, which gives a preliminary history. Isabel of Rochroyal dreams of her love Gregory; she rises up, calls for a swift steed, and rides forth till she meets a company. They ask her who she is, and are told that she is ‘Fair Isabel of Rochroyal,’ seeking her true-love Gregory. They direct her to ‘yon castle’; and thenceforth the tale proceeds much as in the other versions. ‘Lochryan,’ says Scott, ‘lies in Galloway; Roch--or Rough--royal, I have not found, but there is a Rough castle in Stirlingshire’ (Child). FAIR ANNIE OF ROUGH ROYAL 1. ‘O wha will shoe my fu’ fair foot? And wha will glove my hand? And wha will lace my middle jimp, Wi’ the new-made London band? 2. ‘And wha will kaim my yellow hair, Wi’ the new-made silver kaim? And wha will father my young son, Till Love Gregor come hame?’ 3. ‘Your father will shoe your fu’ fair foot, Your mother will glove your hand; Your sister will lace your middle jimp Wi’ the new-made London band. 4. ‘Your brother will kaim your yellow hair, Wi’ the new-made silver kaim; And the king of heaven will father your bairn, Till Love Gregor come haim.’ 5. ‘But I will get a bonny boat, And I will sail the sea, For I maun gang to Love Gregor, Since he canno come hame to me.’ 6. O she has gotten a bonny boat, And sail’d the sa’t sea fame; She lang’d to see her ain true-love, Since he could no come hame. 7. ‘O row your boat, my mariners, And bring me to the land, For yonder I see my love’s castle, Closs by the sa’t sea strand.’ 8. She has ta’en her young son in her arms, And to the door she’s gone, And lang she’s knock’d and sair she ca’d, But answer got she none.