And found him into Elmond's-wood, Tearing his yellow hair. "Win up, win up, now young Akin, Win up, and boun wi' me; Were messengers come from the court; The king wants you to see." "O lat him take frae me my head, Or hang me on a tree; For since I've lost my dear lady, Life's no pleasure to me." "Your head will na be touch'd, Akin, Nor hang'd upon a tree: Your lady's in her father's court, And all he wants is thee." (_boun_, go.) When he came in before the king, Fell low down on his knee: "Win up, win up now, young Akin, This day ye'se dine wi' me." But as they were at dinner set, The boy asked a boon; "I wish we were in the good church, For to get christendoun. "We hae lived in guid green wood This is even years and ane; But a this time since e'er I mind, Was never a church within." "Your asking's na sae great, my boy, But granted it shall be; This day to guid church ye shall gang, And your mither shall gang you wi'." When unto the guid church she came, She at the door did stan; She was sae sair sunk down wi' shame, She couldna come farther ben. Then out it speaks the parish priest, And a sweet smile gae he;-- "Come ben, come ben, my lily flower, Present your babes to me." Charles, Vincent, Sam, and Dick, And likewise James and John; They call'd the eldest Young Akin, Which was his father's name. Then they staid in the royal court, And liv'd wi' mirth and glee; And when her father was deceas'd, Heir of the crown was she. BONNY ANNIE |There was a rich lord, and he lived in Forfar, He had a fair lady, and one only dochter. O she was fair, O dear, she was bonny, A ship's captain courted her to be his honey. There came a ship's captain out ower the sea sailing, He courted this young thing till he got her wi' bairn: -- "Ye'll steal your father's gowd, and your mother's money, And I'll mak ye a lady in Ireland bonny." She's stown her father's gowd and her mother's money, But she was never a lady in Ireland bonny. ***** "There's fey folk in our ship, she winna sail for me, There's fey folk in our ship, she winna sail for me." They've casten black bullets twice six and forty, And ae the black bullet fell on bonny Annie. "Ye'll tak me in your arms twa, lo, lift me canny, Throw me out ower board, your ain dear Annie." He has ta'en her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her canny, He has laid her on a bed of down, his ain dear Annie. "What can a woman do, love, I'll do for ye;" "Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me.-- Lay about, steer about, lay our ship canny, Do all you can to save my dear Annie." "I've laid about, steer'd about, laid about canny, But all I can do, she winna sail for me. Ye'll tak her in your arms twa, lo, lift her canny, And throw her out ower board, your ain dear Annie."