Out spak Annet's mother dear, An' she spak a word o' pride; Says, "Whare is a' our bride's maidens, They're no busking the bride?" 60 "O haud your tongue, my mother dear, Your speaking let it be, For I'm sae fair and full o' flesh, Little busking will serve me." Out an' spak the bride's maidens, 65 They spak a word o' pride; Says, "Whare is a' the fine cleiding? Its we maun busk the bride." "Deal hooly wi' my head, maidens, Deal hooly wi' my hair, 70 For it was washen late yestreen, And it is wonder sair. "My maidens, easy wi' my back, And easy wi' my side; O set my saddle saft, Willie, 75 I am a tender bride." O up then spak the southland lord, And blinkit wi' his ee; "I trow this lady's born a bairn," Then laucht loud lauchters three. 80 "Ye hae gi'en me the gowk, Annet, But I'll gie you the scorn; For there's no a bell in a' the town Shall ring for you the morn." Out and spak then sweet Willie, 85 "Sae loud's I hear you lie, There's no a bell in a' the town But shall ring for Annet and me." And Willie swore a great great oath, And he swore by the thorn, 90 That she was as free o' a child that night, As the night that she was born. O up an' spak the brisk bridegroom,[L93] And he spak up wi' pride, "Gin I should lay my gloves in pawn, 95 I will dance wi' the bride." "Now haud your tongue, my lord," she said,[L97] "Wi' dancing let me be, I am sae thin in flesh and blude, Sma' dancing will serve me." 100 But she's ta'en Willie by the hand, The tear blinded her ee; "But I wad dance wi' my true love, But bursts my heart in three." She's ta'en her bracelet frae her arm, 105 Her garter frae her knee, "Gie that, gie that, to my young son; He'll ne'er his mother see." 93. _Sic_ Herd. Finlay, then sweet Willie. 97. _Sic_ Herd. Finlay, Willie, she said. FAIR ANNIE OF LOCHROYAN.