In this collection we have adopted the versions of Scott and Motherwell, giving Jamieson's translation of _Skj[oe]n Anna_ in our Appendix. "It's narrow, narrow, make your bed, And learn to lie your lane; For I'm gaun o'er the sea, Fair Annie, A braw bride to bring hame. Wi' her I will get gowd and gear; 5 Wi' you I ne'er got nane. "But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale? And wha will welcome my brisk bride, That I bring o'er the dale?"-- 10 "It's I will bake your bridal bread, And brew your bridal ale; And I will welcome your brisk bride, That you bring o'er the dale."-- "But she that welcomes my brisk bride 15 Maun gang like maiden fair; She maun lace on her robe sae jimp, And braid her yellow hair."-- "But how can I gang maiden-like, When maiden I am nane? 20 Have I not born seven sons to thee, And am with child again?"-- She's ta'en her young son in her arms, Another in her hand; And she's up to the highest tower, 25 To see him come to land. "Come up, come up, my eldest son, And look o'er yon sea-strand, And see your father's new-come bride, Before she come to land."-- 30 "Come down, come down, my mother dear, Come frae the castle wa'! I fear, if langer ye stand there, Ye'll let yoursell down fa'."-- And she gaed down, and farther down, 35 Her love's ship for to see; And the topmast and the mainmast Shone like the silver free. And she's gane down, and farther down, The bride's ship to behold; 40 And the topmast and the mainmast They shone just like the gold. She's ta'en her seven sons in her hand; I wot she didna fail! She met Lord Thomas and his bride, 45 As they came o'er the dale. "You're welcome to your house, Lord Thomas; You're welcome to your land; You're welcome, with your fair ladye, That you lead by the hand. 50 "You're welcome to your ha's, ladye, Your welcome to your bowers; You're welcome to your hame, ladye, For a' that's here is yours."-- "I thank thee, Annie; I thank thee, Annie; 55 Sae dearly as I thank thee; You're the likest to my sister Annie, That ever I did see. "There came a knight out o'er the sea, And steal'd my sister away; 60 The shame scoup in his company, And land where'er he gae!"-- She hang ae napkin at the door, Another in the ha'; And a' to wipe the trickling tears, 65 Sae fast as they did fa'.