When we came in by Glasgow town, And I mysel in cramasie. But had I wist before I kissed, And pinned it with a silver pin. O, O, if my young babe were born, ANONYMOUS. FAIR ANNIE. "It's narrow, narrow, make your bed, And learn to lie your lane; For I'm gaun o'er the sea, Fair Annie, "But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale? And wha will welcome my brisk bride, That I bring o'er the dale?" — "It's I will bake your bridal bread, "But she that welcomes my brisk bride Maun gang like maiden fair; "But how can I gang maiden-like, She's ta'en her young son in her arms, Another in her hand; And she's up to the highest tower, To see him come to land. |