9. ‘O open the door, Love Gregor,’ she says, ‘O open, and let me in; For the wind blaws thro’ my yellow hair, And the rain draps o’er my chin.’ 10. ‘Awa’, awa’, ye ill woman, You ’r nae come here for good; You ’r but some witch, or wile warlock, Or mer-maid of the flood.’ 11. ‘I am neither a witch nor a wile warlock, Nor mer-maid of the sea, I am Fair Annie of Rough Royal; O open the door to me.’ 12. ‘Gin ye be Annie of Rough Royal-- And I trust ye are not she-- Now tell me some of the love-tokens That past between you and me.’ 13. ‘O dinna you mind now, Love Gregor, When we sat at the wine, How we changed the rings frae our fingers? And I can show thee thine. 14. ‘O yours was good, and good enneugh, But ay the best was mine; For yours was o’ the good red goud, But mine o’ the dimonds fine. 15. ‘But open the door now, Love Gregor, O open the door I pray, For your young son that is in my arms Will be dead ere it be day.’ 16. ‘Awa’, awa’, ye ill woman, For here ye shanno win in; Gae drown ye in the raging sea, Or hang on the gallows-pin.’ 17. When the cock had crawn, and day did dawn, And the sun began to peep, Then it raise him Love Gregor, And sair, sair did he weep. 18. ‘O I dream’d a dream, my mother dear, The thoughts o’ it gars me greet, That Fair Annie of Rough Royal Lay cauld dead at my feet.’ 19. ‘Gin it be for Annie of Rough Royal That ye make a’ this din, She stood a’ last night at this door, But I trow she wan no in.’ 20. ‘O wae betide ye, ill woman, An ill dead may ye die! That ye woudno open the door to her, Nor yet woud waken me.’ 21. O he has gone down to yon shore-side, As fast as he could fare; He saw Fair Annie in her boat But the wind it toss’d her sair. 22. And ‘Hey, Annie!’ and ‘How, Annie! O Annie, winna ye bide?’ But ay the mair that he cried ‘Annie,’ The braider grew the tide. 23. And ‘Hey, Annie!’ and ‘How, Annie! Dear Annie, speak to me!’ But ay the louder he cried ‘Annie,’ The louder roar’d the sea. 24. The wind blew loud, the sea grew rough, And dash’d the boat on shore; Fair Annie floats on the raging sea, But her young son raise no more. 25. Love Gregor tare his yellow hair, And made a heavy moan; Fair Annie’s corpse lay at his feet, But his bonny young son was gone. 26. O cherry, cherry was her cheek, And gowden was her hair, But clay cold were her rosey lips, Nae spark of life was there. 27. And first he’s kiss’d her cherry cheek, And neist he’s kissed her chin; And saftly press’d her rosey lips, But there was nae breath within. 28. ‘O wae betide my cruel mother, And an ill dead may she die! For she turn’d my true-love frae the door, When she came sae far to me.’