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 'But she that welcomes my bright Bride Maun gang like maiden fair; She maun lace on her robe sae jimp, And comely braid her hair.

'Bind up, bind up your yellow hair, And tie it on your neck; And see you look as maiden-like As the day that first we met.'

'O how can I gang maiden-like, When maiden I am nane? Have I not borne six sons to thee, And am wi' child again?'

'I'll put cooks into my kitchen, And stewards in my hall, And I'll have bakers for my bread, And brewers for my ale; But you're to welcome my bright Bride, That I bring owre the dale.'

Three months and a day were gane and past, Fair Annie she gat word That her love's ship was come at last, Wi' his bright young Bride aboard.

She 's ta'en her young son in her arms, Anither in her hand; And she's gane up to the highest tower, Looks over sea and land.

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