16 The horse Fair Annet rade upon, He amblit like the wind; Wi siller he was shod before, Wi burning gowd behind. 17 Four and twanty siller bells Wer a' tyed till his mane, And yae tift o the norland wind, They tinkled ane by ane. 18 Four and twanty gay gude knichts Rade by Fair Annet's side, And four and twanty fair ladies, As gin she had bin a bride. 19 And whan she cam to Marie's kirk, She sat on Marie's stean: The cleading that Fair Annet had on It skinkled in their een. 20 And whan she cam into the kirk, She shimmerd like the sun; The belt that was about her waist Was a' wi pearles bedone. 21 She sat her by the nut-browne bride, And her een they wer sae clear, Lord Thomas he clean forgat the bride, Whan Fair Annet drew near. 22 He had a rose into his hand, He gae it kisses three, And reaching by the nut-browne bride, Laid it on Fair Annet's knee. 23 Up than spak the nut-browne bride, She spak wi meikle spite: 'And whair gat ye that rose-water, That does mak yee sae white?' 24 'O I did get the rose-water Whair ye wull neir get nane, For I did get that very rose-water Into my mither's wame.' 25 The bride she drew a long bodkin Frae out her gay head-gear, And strake Fair Annet unto the heart, That word spak nevir mair. 26 Lord Thomas he saw Fair Annet wex pale, And marvelit what mote bee; But whan he saw her dear heart's blude, A' wood-wroth wexed hee. 27 He drew his dagger, that was sae sharp, That was sae sharp and meet, And drave it into the nut-browne bride, That fell deid at his feit. 28 'Now stay for me, dear Annet,' he sed, 'Now stay, my dear,' he cry'd; Then strake the dagger untill his heart, And fell deid by her side. 29 Lord Thomas was buried without kirk-wa, Fair Annet within the quiere, And o the tane thair grew a birk, The other a bonny briere. 30 And ay they grew, and ay they threw, As they wad faine be neare; And by this ye may ken right weil They were twa luvers deare. B Kinloch MSS, I, 1, from the recitation of Mary Barr, Lesmahago. 1 Sweet Willie and Fair Annie Sat a' day on yon hill; Though they had sat til the leventh o June, They wad na got their fill. 2 But Willie spak a word amiss, Fair Annie took it ill: 'I'll neer marry a tocherless lass Agen my ain friends' will.' 3 Then on she lap, and awa she gat, As fast as she could hie: 'Fare ye weel now, Sweet Willie, It's fare ye weel a wee.' 4 Then he is gane to his father's ha, And tirled at the pin; Then up and rase his father proud. And loot Sweet Willie in.