SONG A LAKE and a fairy boat To sail in the moonlight clear,— And merrily we would float From the dragons that watch us here! Thy gown should be snow-white silk, Red rubies should deck thy hands, Thomas Hood. A SEA DIRGE FULL fathom five thy father lies: But doth suffer a sea-change Ding, dong, bell. Shakespeare. LULLABY- ANNAN WATER 25 LULLABY SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Alfred Tennyson. ANNAN WATER ANNAN Water 's wading deep, And my Love Annie 's wondrous bonny; And I am loath she should wet her feet, Because I love her best of ony. He's loupen on his bonny gray, He rode the right gate and the ready; For all the storm he wadna stay, And he has ridden o'er field and fell, And from her four feet flew the fire. "My bonny gray, now play your part! The gray was a mare, and a right gude mare; But when she wan the Annan Water, She could not have ridden the ford that night Had a thousand merks been wadded at her. "O boatman, boatman, put off your boat, Put off your boat for golden money!" But for all the gold in fair Scotland, He dared not take him through to Annie. "Oh, I was sworn so late yestreen, The side was stey, and the bottom deep, For she heard the water-kelpy roaring. THE SAILOR'S WIFE He spurred her forth into the flood, I wot she swam both strong and steady; 27 But the stream was broad, and her strength did fail, And he never saw his bonny lady! Unknown. THE SAILOR'S WIFE AND are ye sure the news is true? Reach down my cloak, I'll to the quay, For there's nae luck about the house, There's little pleasure in the house And gie to me my bigonet, For I maun tell the baillie's wife For he 's baith leal and true. Rise, lass, and mak a clean fireside, Gie little Kate her button gown There's twa fat hens upo' the coop And spread the table neat and clean, For wha can tell how Colin fared Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air; His very foot has music in 't As he comes up the stair If Colin's weel, and weel content, And gin I live to keep him sae, |