When we came in by Glasgow town,
We were a comely sight to see;
My love was clad in the black vel-
vet,

And I mysel in cramasie.

But had I wist before I kissed,
That love had been sae ill to win,
I'd locked my heart in a case of
gold,

And pinned it with a silver pin.

O, O, if my young babe were born,
And set upon the nurse's knee,
And I mysel were dead and gane
And the green grass growin' ower
me!

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,
A braw bride to bring hame.
Wi' her I will get gowd and gear;
Wi' you I ne'er got nane.

"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,
And brew your bridal ale;
And I will welcome your brisk bride,
That you bring o'er the dale."

"But she that welcomes my brisk bride

Maun gang like maiden fair;
She maun lace on her robe sae jimp,
And braid her yellow hair.".

"But how can I gang maiden-like,
When maiden I am nane?
Have I not born seven sons to thee,
And am with child again?".

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.