Lord Thomas he saw Fair Annet was pale, And marvellèd what mote be; But when he saw her dear heart’s blood, All wood-wroth[387] waxèd he. XXXIV He drew his dagger frae his side, That was so sharp and meet, And drave it into the nut-brown bride, That fell dead at his feet. XXXV ‘Now stay for me, dear Annet,’ he said, ‘Now stay, my dear!’ he cried; Then strake the dagger untill his heart, And fell dead by her side. FOOTNOTES: [374] tocherless = without a dowry. [375] lee = calm, pleasant. [376] rede = counsel. [377] straik = stroke, as one might smooth over the top of a bushel of corn to make it bare measure. [378] fur’ = furrow. [379] owsen = oxen. [380] yae = each. [381] tett = tuft. [382] tift = puff, whiff. [383] bedone = adorned. [384] deas = daïs, pew. [385] cleiding = clothing. [386] wame = womb. [387] wood-wroth = mad with rage. _55. Rose the Red and White Lily_ I O Rose the Red and White Lilly, Their mother dear was dead, And their father married an ill woman Wish’d them twa little gude. II Yet she had twa as fu’ fair sons As e’er brake manis bread; And Bold Arthur he lo’ed her White Lilly And Brown Robin Rose the Red. III O they hae biggit a bigly[388] tow’r, And strawn it o’er wi’ sand; There was mair mirth i’ these ladies’ bow’r Than in a’ their father’s land. IV But out and spake their step-mither, At the stair-foot stood she: ‘I’m plaguit wi’ your troublesome noise! What makes[389] your melodie? V ‘O Rose the Red, ye sing too loud, White Lilly, your voice is strang: But gin I live and bruik[390] my life, I’ll gar ye change your sang.’ VI She’s call’d her son, Brown Robin, ‘Come hither, my son, to me; It fears me sair, my eldest son, That ye maun sail the sea.’-- VII ‘Gin it fear you sair, my mither dear, Your bidding I maun dee; But be never warse to Rose the Red Than ye ha’ been to me.’-- VIII ‘O haud your tongue, my eldest son, For sma’ sall be her part; You’ll ne’er get kiss o’ her comely mouth, Tho’ you sh’uld break your heart.’ IX She’s call’d her son, Bold Arthur: ‘Come hither, my son, to me; It fears me sair, my youngest son, That ye maun sail the sea.’-- X ‘Gin it fear you sair, my mither dear, Your bidding I maun dee; But be never warse to White Lilly Than ye ha’ been to me.’-- XI ‘O haud your tongue, my yongest son, For sma’ sall be her part; You’ll ne’er get kiss o’ White Lilly’s mouth Tho’ it break your very heart.’ XII