31 Whan night was come, and day was gane, And a' man boun to bed, Sweet Willie and the nut-brown bride In their chamber were laid. 32 They werena weel lyen down, And scarcely fa'n asleep, Whan up and stands she Fair Annie, Just up at Willie's feet. 33 'Weel brook ye o your brown, brown bride, Between ye and the wa; And sae will I o my winding sheet, That suits me best ava. 34 'Weel brook ye o your brown, brown bride, Between ye and the stock; And sae will I o my black, black kist, That has neither key nor lock.' 35 Sad Willie raise, put on his claise, Drew till him his hose and shoon, And he is on to Annie's bower, By the lei light o the moon. 36 The firsten bower that he came till, There was right dowie wark; Her mither and her three sisters Were makin to Annie a sark. 37 The nexten bower that he came till, There was right dowie cheir; Her father and her seven brethren Were makin to Annie a bier. 38 The lasten bower that he came till, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . And Fair Annie streekit there. 39 He's lifted up the coverlet, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 40 'It's I will kiss your bonny cheek, And I will kiss your chin, And I will kiss your clay-cald lip, But I'll never kiss woman again. 41 'The day ye deal at Annie's burial The bread but and the wine; Before the morn at twall o'clock, They'll deal the same at mine.' 42 The tane was buried in Mary's kirk, The tither in Mary's quire, And out o the tane there grew a birk, And out o the tither a brier. 43 And ay they grew, and ay they drew, Untill they twa did meet, And every ane that past them by Said, Thae's been lovers sweet! F Kinloch MSS, III, 127, stanzas 1-17; the remainder in Dr John Hill Burton's papers. Another copy in Kinloch MSS, V, 339. Both in Dr Burton's handwriting. 1 Sweet Willie and Fair Annie, As they sat on yon hill, If they hed sat frae morn till even, They hed no talked their fill. * * * * * * * 2 Willie's dune him hame again, As fast as gang could he: 'An askin, an askin, my mother, And I pray ye'll grant it me. 3 'Oh will I merry the nut-brown maid, Wi her oxen and her kye? Or will I merry my Fair Annie, That hes my heart for aye?' 4 'Oh if ye merry your Fair Annie, Your mither's malison you'll wun; But if ye merry the nut-brown may, Ye will get her blessin.'