"Oh, if I had a bonny ship, And men to sail wi' me, It's I would gang to my true Love, Then she's gar'd build a bonny boat, The sails were of the light-green silk, She had not been on the sea sailing Till landed has she her bonny ship She's ta'en her young son in her arms, And long she knocked, and sair she called, But answer got she nane. "Oh, open the door, Lord Gregory! Oh, open, and let me in! For the wind blows through my yellow hair, And the rain drops o'er my chin." Long stood she at Lord Gregory's door, And long she tirled the pin; At length up gat his false mother, Says, "Who's that, would be in?" "Oh, it's Annie of Lochroyan, Your Love, come o'er the sea, THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN But and your young son in her arms; "Away, away, ye ill woman! You're not come here for gude; You're but a witch, or a vile warlock, Or a mermaid o' the flood." "I'm no a witch, nor vile warlock, "If thou be Annie of Lochroyan, (As I trow ye binna she), Now tell me some of the love-tokens That passed 'tween me and thee." "Oh, dinna ye mind, Lord Gregory, As we sat at the wine, 135 How we changed the rings from our fingers, And I can show thee thine ? "Oh, yours was good, and good enough, For yours was o' the good red gold, "So open the door, Lord Gregory, Or your young son that's in my arms "Away, away, ye ill woman! Go from my door for shame! For I have gotten another Love, Fair Annie turned her round about; "Well! since that it be sae, May never a woman, that has borne a son, "Take down, take down, the mast of gold, up the mast o' tree; Set It ill becomes a forsaken lady To sail so gallantlie." Lord Gregory started from his sleep, And to his mother did say, "I dreamt a dream, this night, mother, That makes my heart right wae. "I dreamt that Annie of Lochroyan, "Oh, there was a woman stood at the door, With a bairn intill her arm; But I could not let her come within, "O wae betide ye, ill woman! An ill death may ye dee, THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN That wadna open the door to her, Oh, he's gone down to yon shore side He saw fair Annie in the boat, But the wind it tossed her sair. And "Hey, Annie!" and "How, Annie! But aye the mair he cried "Annie," And "Hey, Annie!" and "How, Annie! O Annie, speak to me!" But aye the louder he cried "Annie," The louder roared the sea. The wind blew loud, the sea grew rough, And the ship was rent in twain : And soon he saw his fair Annie Come floating o'er the main. He saw his young son in her arms, He wrang his hands, and fast he ran He catched her by the yellow hair, 137 And then he kissed her on the cheek, And kissed her on the chin; But there was no breath within. "Oh, wae betide my cruel mother! An ill death may she dee! She turned fair Annie from my door, Wha died for love of me e!" Unknown. TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS TELL me not (sweet) I am unkind, Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind True, a new mistress now I chase, And with a stronger faith embrace Yet this inconstancy is such, I could not love thee, dear, so much, Richard Lovelace. SONG UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, |