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THE LAS8 OF LOCHROTAN. 109
She sail'd it round, and sail'd it round, And loud, loud cried she— so
" Now break, now break, ye fairy charms, And set my true love free! "
She's ta'en her young son in her arms,
And to the door she's gane; And long she knock'd, and sair she ca'd, «
But answer got she nane.
" 0 open the door, Lord Gregory !
0 open and let me in! For the wind blaws through my yellow hair,
And the rain draps o'er my chin."— eo
" Awa, awa, ye ill woman !
Ye're no come here for good! Ye're but some witch or wil warlock,
Or mermaid o' the flood."—
" I am neither witch, nor wil warlock, 6s .
Nor mermaid o' the sea ; But I am Annie of Lochroyan ;
0 open the door to me! "—
" Gin thou be Annie of Lochroyan,
(As I trow thou binna she,) ro
Now tell me some o' the love tokens That past between thee and me."— |
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