15 This browne bride had a little penknife, That was both long and sharp, And betwixt the short ribs and the long Prickd Fair Ellinor to the heart. 16 'Oh Christ now save thee,' Lord Thomas he said, 'Methinks thou lookst wondrous wan; Thou wast usd for to look with as fresh a colour As ever the sun shin'd on.' 17 'Oh art thou blind, Lord Thomas?' she sayd, 'Or canst thou not very well see? Oh dost thou not see my own heart's blood Runs trickling down my knee?' 18 Lord Thomas he had a sword by his side, As he walked about the hall; He cut off his bride's head from her shoulders, And he threw it against the wall. 19 He set the hilte against the ground, And the point against his heart; There was never three lovers that ever met More sooner they did depart. E Jamieson's Popular Ballads, I, 22, from the recitation of Mrs W. Arrot, of Aberbrothick, as learned by her when a child from an elderly maid-servant. 1 Sweet Willie and Fair Annie Sat a' day on a hill, And though they had sitten seven year, They neer wad had their fill. 2 Sweet Willie said a word in haste, And Annie took it ill: 'I winna wed a tocherless maid, Against my parents' will.' 3 'Ye're come o the rich, Willie, And I'm come o the poor; I'm oer laigh to be your bride, And I winna be your whore.' 4 O Annie she's gane till her bower, And Willie down the den, And he's come till his mither's bower, By the lei light o the moon. 5 'O sleep ye, wake ye, mither?' he says, 'Or are ye the bower within?' 'I sleep richt aft, I wake richt aft; What want ye wi me, son? 6 'Whare hae ye been a' night, Willie? O wow, ye've tarried lang!' 'I have been courtin Fair Annie, And she is frae me gane. 7 'There is twa maidens in a bower; Which o them sall I bring hame? The nut-brown maid has sheep and cows, And Fair Annie has nane.' 8 'It's an ye wed the nut-brown maid, I'll heap gold wi my hand; But an ye wed her Fair Annie, I'll straik it wi a wand. 9 'The nut-brown maid has sheep and cows, And Fair Annie has nane; And Willie, for my benison, The nut-brown maid bring hame.' 10 'O I sall wed the nut-brown maid, And I sall bring her hame; But peace nor rest between us twa, Till death sinder's again. 11 'But, alas, alas!' says Sweet Willie, 'O fair is Annie's face!' 'But what's the matter, my son Willie? She has nae ither grace.' 12 'Alas, alas!' says Sweet Willie, 'But white is Annie's hand!' 'But what's the matter, my son Willie? She hasna a fur o land.'