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ANNAN WATER. |
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He has loupen on the bonny black,
He stirr'd him wi' the spur right sairly ; ■* But, or he wan the Gatehope-Slack,
I think the steed was wae and weary.
He has loupen on the bonny grey,
He rade the right gate and the ready ;
I trow he would neither stint nor stay, is
For he was seeking his bonny ladye.
0 he has ridden o'er field and fell, Through muir and moss, and mony a mire:
His spurs o' steel were sair to bide,
And fra her fore-feet flew the fire. 2°
" Now, bonny grey, now play your part!' Gin ye be the steed that wins my deary,
Wi' corn and hay ye'se be fed for aye, And never spur sail make you wearie."—
The grey was a mare, and a right good mare ;
But when she wan the Annan water, 2« She couldna hae ridden a furlong mair,
Had a thousand merks been wadded at her.
" 0 boatman, boatman, put off your boat! Put off your boat for gowden money ! so
1 cross the drumly stream the night, Or never mair I see my honey."— |
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