My Mary, dear departed shade! Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? ROBERT BURNS. XXX THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN "O wha will shoe my bonny foot? "O wha will kame my yellow hair Thy father will shoe thy bonny foot, Thy brother will kame thy yellow hair "But I will get a bonny boat, And I will sail the sea; And I will gang to Lord Gregory, Since he canna come hame to me." Syne she's gar'd build a bonny boat, The sails were o' the light green silk, She hadna sailed but twenty leagues, But twenty leagues and three, When she met wi' a rank robber, And a' his company. "Now whether are ye the queen hersell (For so ye weel might be), Or are ye the lass o' Lochroyan, Seekin' Lord Gregory?" "O I am neither the queen," she said, "Nor sic I seem to be ; But I am the lass of Lochroyan, Seekin' Lord Gregory." "O see na thou yon bonny bower, When thou hast sailed it round about, And when she saw the stately tower Says "Row the boat, my mariners, 1 Tows-ropes. D 2 Jawing-dashing. She sailed it round, and sailed it round, "Now break, now break, ye fairy charms, She's ta'en her young son in her arms, And long she knocked, and sair she ca'd, "O open the door, Lord Gregory ! O open, and let me in! For the wind blaws through my yellow hair, And the rain draps o'er my chin. "Awa, awa, ye ill woman! Ye're no come here for good! "I am neither witch, nor wil' warlock, But I am Annie of Lochroyan; "Gin thou be Annie of Lochroyan (As I trow thou binna she), Now tell me some o' the love tokens That past between thee and me." "O dinna ye mind, Lord Gregory, We changed the rings frae our fingers, "O yours was gude, and gude enough, But aye the best was mine; 66 For yours was o' the gude red gowd, 'Now, open the door, Lord Gregory! Open the door, I pray! For thy young son is in my arms, "If thou be the lass of Lochroyan Tell me some mair o' the love tokens Fair Annie turned her round about- May never a woman, that has born a son, "Take down, take down that mast o' gowd! Set up a mast o' tree! It disna become a forsaken lady To sail sae royallie." When the cock had crawn, and the day did dawn, And the sun began to peep, Then up and raise him Lord Gregory, And sair, sair did he weep. "Oh, I hae dreamed a dream, mother, 66 Oh, I hae dreamed a dream, mother, Lay cauld dead at my feet.” "Gin it be for Annie of Lochroyan She stood a' last night at your door, "O wae betide ye, ill woman! O he's gane down to yon shore side He saw fair Annie in the boat, "And hey, Annie, and how, Annie ! "And hey, Annie, and how, Annie! The wind blew loud, the sea grew rough, Fair Annie floated through the faem, |