Of this beautiful piece a complete copy was first published by Scott, another afterwards by Jamieson. Both are here given, the latter, as in some respects preferable, having the precedence. The ballad is found almost entire in Herd's _Scottish Songs_, i. 206, a short fragment in Johnson's _Museum_, p. 5, and a more considerable one, called _Love Gregory_, in Buchan's collection, ii. 199. This last has been unnecessarily repeated in a very indifferent publication of the Percy Society, vol. xvii. Dr. Wolcot, Burns, and Jamieson have written songs on the story of Fair Annie, and Cunningham has modernized Sir Walter Scott's version, after his fashion, in the _Songs of Scotland_, i. 298. Of his text, Jamieson remarks, "it is given _verbatim_ from the large MS. collection, transmitted from Aberdeen, by my zealous and industrious friend, Professor Robert Scott of that university. I have every reason to believe, that no liberty whatever has been taken with the text, which is certainly more uniform than any copy heretofore published. It was first written down many years ago, with no view towards being committed to the press; and is now given from the copy then taken, with the addition only of stanzas twenty-two and twenty-three, which the editor has inserted from memory." _Popular Ballads_, i. 36. "Lochryan is a beautiful, though somewhat wild and secluded bay, which projects from the Irish Channel into Wigtonshire, having the little seaport of Stranraer situated at its bottom. Along its coast, which is in some places high and rocky, there are many ruins of such castles as that described in the ballad." CHAMBERS. "O wha will shoe my fair foot, And wha will glove my han'? And wha will lace my middle jimp Wi' a new-made London ban'? "Or wha will kemb my yellow hair 5 Wi' a new-made silver kemb? Or wha'll be father to my young bairn, Till love Gregor come hame?" "Your father'll shoe your fair foot, Your mother glove your han'; 10 Your sister lace your middle jimp Wi' a new-made London ban'; "Your brethren will kemb your yellow hair Wi' a new-made silver kemb; And the king o' Heaven will father your bairn, 15 Till love Gregor come hame." "O gin I had a bonny ship, And men to sail wi' me, It's I wad gang to my true love, Sin he winna come to me!" 20 Her father's gien her a bonny ship, And sent her to the stran'; She's taen her young son in her arms, And turn'd her back to the lan'. She hadna been o' the sea sailin' 25 About a month or more, Till landed has she her bonny ship Near her true-love's door.