And aye she served the lang tables With white bread and with wine; And aye she drank the wan water, To had her colour fine. 70 And aye she served the lang tables, With white bread and with brown; And ay she turn'd her round about, Sae fast the tears fell down. And he's ta'en down the silk napkin, 75 Hung on a silver pin; And aye he wipes the tear trickling Adown her cheek and chin. And aye he turn'd him round about, And smiled amang his men, 80 Says--"Like ye best the old ladye, Or her that's new come hame?"-- When bells were rung, and mass was sung, And a' men bound to bed, Lord Thomas and his new-come bride, 85 To their chamber they were gaed. Annie made her bed a little forbye, To hear what they might say; "And ever alas!" fair Annie cried, "That I should see this day! 90 "Gin my seven sons were seven young rats, Running on the castle wa', And I were a grey cat mysell, I soon would worry them a'. "Gin my seven sons were seven young hares, 95 Running o'er yon lilly lee, And I were a grew hound mysell, Soon worried they a' should be."-- And wae and sad fair Annie sat, And drearie was her sang; 100 And ever, as she sobb'd and grat, "Wae to the man that did the wrang!"-- "My gown is on," said the new-come bride, "My shoes are on my feet, And I will to fair Annie's chamber, 105 And see what gars her greet.-- "What ails ye, what ails ye, Fair Annie, That ye make sic a moan? Has your wine barrels cast the girds, Or is your white bread gone? 110 "O wha was't was your father, Annie, Or wha was't was your mother? And had you ony sister, Annie, Or had you ony brother?"-- "The Earl of Wemyss was my father, 115 The Countess of Wemyss my mother; And a' the folk about the house, To me were sister and brother."-- "If the Earl of Wemyss was your father, I wot sae was he mine; 120 And it shall not be for lack o' gowd, That ye your love sall tyne. "For I have seven ships o' mine ain, A' loaded to the brim; And I will gie them a' to thee, 125 Wi' four to thine eldest son. But thanks to a' the powers in heaven That I gae maiden hame!" FAIR ANNIE. Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. 327. Obtained from recitation. "Learn to mak your bed, Annie, And learn to lie your lane; For I maun owre the salt seas gang, A brisk bride to bring hame.