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I
THERE was a rich lord, and he lived in Forfar, | |
| He had a fair lady and one only dochter. | |
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II
O she was fair! O dear, she was bonnie! | |
| A ship’s captain courted her to be his honey. | |
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III
‘Ye’ll steal your father’s gowd, and your mother’s money, | 5 |
| And I’ll make ye a lady in Ireland bonnie.’ | |
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IV
She’s stown her father’s gowd, and her mother’s money, | |
| But she was never a lady in Ireland bonnie. | |
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V
They hadna sail’d far till the young thing cried ‘Woman!’ | |
| ‘What can a woman do, love, I will do for ye. | 10 |
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VI
‘Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie, | |
| Do all ye can to save my dear Annie.’ | |
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VII
‘There’s fey folk in our ship, she winna sail for me, | |
| There’s fey folk in our ship, she winna sail [ony].’ | |
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VIII
They’ve castin’ black bullets twice six and forty, | 15 |
| And ae the black bullet fell on bonnie Annie. | |
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IX
‘Ye’ll tak me in your arms twa, lo, lift me cannie, | |
| Throw me out owre-board, your ain dear Annie.’ | |
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X
He has ta’en her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie, | |
| He has laid her on a bed of down, his ain dear Annie. | 20 |
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XI
‘What can a woman do, love, I’ll do for ye:’ | |
| ‘Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me.’ | |
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XII
‘Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie, | |
| Do all ye can to save my dear Annie.’ | |
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XIII
‘I’ve laid about, steer’d about, laid about cannie, | 25 |
| Our ship’s on a sand-bank, she winna sail [ony]— | |
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XIV
‘Ye’ll take her in your arms twa, lo, lift her cannie, | |
| And throw her out owre-board, your ain dear Annie.’ | |
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XV
He has ta’en her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie, | |
| He has thrown her out owre-board, his ain dear Annie. | 30 |
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XVI
[The corse it did float, the ship it did follow] | |
| Until that they came to the high banks o’ Yarrow. | |
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XVII
‘O I’d bury my love on the high banks o’ Yarrow, | |
| But the wood it is dear, and the planks they are narrow.’ | |
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XVIII
He made his love a coffin o’ the gowd sae yellow, | 35 |
| And buried his bonnie love doun in a sea valley. | |
| | | GLOSS: cannie] gently. fey] destined to die. Yarrow] ? Jarrow. |
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