The book of British ballads . ull neir wed he is hame to tell his mither,And knelt upon his knee : 0 rede, O rede, mither, he says,A gude rede gie to me : 0 sail I tak the nut-browne bride,And let faire Annet be ? The nut-browne bride has gowd and gear, Fair Annet she has gat nane ;And the little beauty fair Annet has,O it wull soon be gane! And he has till his brother gane : Now, brother, rede ye me ;A sail I marrie the nut-browne bride,And let fair Annet be V The nut-browne bride has oxen, brother,The nut-browne bride has kye ; 1 wad hae ye marrie the nut-browne bride,And cast fair An
The book of British ballads . ull neir wed he is hame to tell his mither,And knelt upon his knee : 0 rede, O rede, mither, he says,A gude rede gie to me : 0 sail I tak the nut-browne bride,And let faire Annet be ? The nut-browne bride has gowd and gear, Fair Annet she has gat nane ;And the little beauty fair Annet has,O it wull soon be gane! And he has till his brother gane : Now, brother, rede ye me ;A sail I marrie the nut-browne bride,And let fair Annet be V The nut-browne bride has oxen, brother,The nut-browne bride has kye ; 1 wad hae ye marrie the nut-browne bride,And cast fair Annet bye. Her oxen may dye i the house, Billie, And her kye into the byre ;And I sail hae nothing to my sell,Bot a fat fadge bye the fyre. And he has till his sister gane : Now, sister, rede ye me ;O sail I marrie the nut-browne bride,And set fair Annet free 1 Ise rede ye tak fair Annet, Thomas,And let the browne bride alane;Lest you should sigh, and say, Alace !What is this we brought hame V 160 Uorti Stomas anti jpatr No, I will tak my mithers counsel,And marrie me owt o hand ; And I will tak the nut-browne bride:Fair Annet may leive the land. Up then rose fair Annets fatherTwa hours or it wer day, And he is gane into the bower,Wherein fair Annet lay. Rise up, rise up, fair Annet, he says, Put on your silken sheene ; Let us gae to St. Maries kirke,And see that rich weddeen.— My maides gae to my dressing-roome,And dress to me my hair; Whair-eir ye laid a plait before,See ye lay ten times mair. My maids, gae to my dressing-room,And dress to me my smock; The one half is o the holland fine,The other o needle-work. The horse fair Annet rade uponHe amblit like the wind, Wi siller he was shod before,Wi burning gowd behind. Four and twantye siller bellsWer a tyed till his mane, And yae tift o the norland wind,They tinkled ane by ane. Four and twantye gay glide knichtsRade by fair Annets side, And four and twanty fair ladies,As gin she had bin a bride.
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