II. "No, I will tak my mither's counsel,
And marrie me owt o hand;
And I will tak the nut-browne bride,
Fair Annet may leive the land."

12. Up then rose Fair Annet's father, Twa hours or it wer day,

And he is gane into the bower
Wherein Fair Annet lay.

13. "Rise up, rise up, Fair Annet," he says,

"Put on your silken sheene; Let us gae to St. Marie's kirke,

And see that rich weddeen."

14. "My maides, gae to my dressingroome,

And dress to me my hair;
Whaireir yee laid a plait before,

See yee lay ten times mair.

15. "My maids, gae to my dressingroom,

And dress to me my smock;
The one half is o the holland fine,
The other o needle-work."

16. The horse Fair Annet rade upon,
He amblit like the wind;
Wi siller he was shod before,
Wi burning gowd behind.

17. Four and twanty siller bells
Wer a' tyed till his mane,
And yae tifto the norland wind,
They tinkled ane by ane.

18. Four and twanty gay gude knichts. Rade by Fair Annet's side,

And four and twanty fair ladies,

5 fat, clumsy woman

Tif

10 sparkled