'O cocks are crowing a merry midnight; I wot the wild fowls are boding day; The psalms of heaven will soon be sung, And I, ere now, will be miss'd away.' Then she has taken a crystal wand, And she has stroken her troth thereon; She has given it him out at the shot-window, Wi' mony a sad sigh and heavy groan. 'I thank ye, Marg'ret; I thank ye, Marg'ret; And ay I thank ye heartilie; Gin ever the dead come for the quick, Be sure, Marg'ret, I'll come for thee.' It 's hosen and shoon, and gown alone, She climb'd the wall, and follow'd him, Until she came to the green forest, And there she lost the sight o' him. 'Is there ony room at your head, Saunders? Is there ony room at your feet? Or ony room at your side, Saunders, Where fain, fain, I wad sleep?' 'There 's nae room at my head, Marg'ret, There 's nae room at my feet; My bed it is fu' lowly now, Amang the hungry worms I sleep. 'Cauld mould is my covering now, But and my winding-sheet; The dew it falls nae sooner down Than my resting-place is weet. 'But plait a wand o' bonny birk, And lay it on my breast; And shed a tear upon my grave, And wish my saul gude rest.' Then up and crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray: ''Tis time, 'tis time, my dear Marg'ret, That you were going away. 'And fair Marg'ret, and rare Marg'ret, And Marg'ret o' veritie, Gin e'er ye love another man, Ne'er love him as ye did me.' striped] thrust. twin] part in two. Ballads and Songs By Unknown Authors. 17th Cent. 372. Fair Annie THE reivers they stole Fair Annie, As she walk'd by the sea; But a noble knight was her ransom soon, Wi' gowd and white monie. She bided in strangers' land wi' him, And none knew whence she cam; She lived in the castle wi' her love, But never told her name. 'It 's narrow, narrow, mak your bed, And learn to lie your lane; For I'm gaun owre the sea, Fair Annie, A braw Bride to bring hame. Wi' her I will get gowd and gear, Wi' you I ne'er gat nane. 'But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale? And wha will welcome my bright Bride, That I bring owre the dale?' It 's I will bake your bridal bread, And brew your bridal ale; And I will welcome your bright Bride, That you bring owre the dale.' 'But she that welcomes my bright Bride Maun gang like maiden fair; She maun lace on her robe sae jimp, And comely braid her hair. 'Bind up, bind up your yellow hair, And tie it on your neck; And see you look as maiden-like As the day that first we met.' 'O how can I gang maiden-like, When maiden I am nane? Have I not borne six sons to thee, And am wi' child again?' 'I'll put cooks into my kitchen, And stewards in my hall, And I'll have bakers for my bread, And brewers for my ale; But you're to welcome my bright Bride, That I bring owre the dale.' Three months and a day were gane and past, Fair Annie she gat word That her love's ship was come at last, Wi' his bright young Bride aboard.