| C. |
'Fair Annie' I took this day from the recitation of Janet Holmes,
an old woman in Kilbarchan. It was, as she described it,
a "lang rane" of her mother's. July 18, 1825.
Motherwell.
11. honey is probably a corruption of
Annie.
54. his wig.
193. I must be understood,
I as leal,
but does not require to be inserted.
204. Possibly not correct.
To all would, no doubt, be an easy reading, but the
abrupt exclamation is more like nature.
291. Oh. |
| E. |
112. laugh.
143. harpd.
201. you harne. |
| F. |
123. Oh.
223. Ye wilt. |
| I. |
281. sat.
452. tirls.
41 ff. In one of the Kinloch versions thus,
'King Henry is my father,' she says,
'Queen Orvis is my mither,
And a' the bairns about the house
Are just my sister and brither.'
'O if ye be ane o thae, Fair Anne,
Sure I 'm ane o' the same,
And come to your gude lord, Anne,
And be ye blythe again.
'For he never wed me for his love,
But for my tocher fee,
And I am as free o him this day
As the bairn on the nurse's knee.' |
| J. |
362. hae served.
The following more obvious and entirely superfluous
interpolations have bee
omitted from the text.
After 9:
But ye were feard the Duke of York
Should come and bide wi me,
As he showed kindness and respect,
Which greatly grieved thee.
After 18:
But it fell ance upon a day,
'T was aye day by it lane,
Fair Annie was washing her fingers,
Above a marble stane.
After 28:
O he that staw my ae sister
Did leave my bower full bare;
I wish a sharp sword at his breast,
Cauld iron be his share!
He looked ower his right shoulder,
A light laugh then gie he;
Said, Hear na ye my new-come bride,
Sae sair as she brands me?
The bride she patted wi her lips,
She winked wi her ee,
Yet never thought by the words he spake
'T was her sister, Annie.
After 35:
When they had eaten and well drunken,
And all had fared fine,
The knight he called his butlers all,
For to serve out the wine.
After 38;
Then out it speaks an English lord,
A smart young lord was he;
'O if she be a maiden fair,
Wi her I 'se wedded be.'
The bridegroom gae a laugh at that
Amang his merry young men;
Says, There's a hynd chiel in the house
Runs far nearer her mind.
After 53:
O if this be my sister dear,
It's welcome news to me;
I woud hae gien her thrice as much
Her lovely face to see. |
