She serv'd them up, she serv'd them down, With the wheat bread and the wine; But aye she drank the cauld water, To keep her colour fine. She serv'd them up, she serv'd them down, With the wheat bread and the beer; 75 But aye she drank the cauld water, To keep her colour clear. When bells were rung and mass was sung, And all were boune for rest, 80 Fair Annie laid her sons in bed, And a sorrowfu' woman she was. "Will I go to the salt, salt seas, And see the fishes swim? Or will I go to the gay green wood, 85 And hear the small birds sing?" Out and spoke an aged man, That stood behind the door,-- "Ye will not go to the salt, salt seas, To see the fishes swim; 90 Nor will ye go to the gay green wood, To hear the small birds sing: "But ye'll take a harp into your hand, Go to their chamber door, And aye ye'll harp and aye ye'll murn, 95 With the salt tears falling o'er." She's ta'en a harp into her hand, Went to their chamber door, And aye she harped and aye she murn'd, With the salt tears falling o'er. 100 Out and spak the brisk young bride, In bride-bed where she lay,-- "I think I hear my sister Annie, And I wish weel it may; For a Scotish lord staw her awa, 105 And an ill death may he die." "Wha was your father, my girl," she says, "Or wha was your mother? Or had you ever a sister dear, Or had you ever a brother?" 110 "King Henry was my father dear, Queen Esther was my mother, Prince Henry was my brother dear, And Fanny Flower my sister." "If King Henry was your father dear, 115 And Queen Esther was your mother, If Prince Henry was your brother dear, Then surely I'm your sister. "Come to your bed, my sister dear, It ne'er was wrang'd for me, 120 Bot an ae kiss of his merry mouth, As we cam owre the sea." "Awa, awa, ye forenoon bride, Awa, awa frae me; I wudna hear my Annie greet, 125 For a' the gold I got wi' thee." "There were five ships of gay red gold Cam owre the seas with me; It's twa o' them will tak me hame, And three I'll leave wi' thee. 130 "Seven ships o' white monie Came owre the seas wi' me; Five o' them I'll leave wi' thee, And twa will take me hame; And my mother will make my portion up, 135 When I return again." CHILD WATERS.