Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Sweet Willie and Fair AnnieAnonymous
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And I will kiss your chin;
And I will kiss your clay cald lip:
But I’ll never kiss woman again.
Sail n’er be said o’ me;
For as ye’ve died for me, Annie,
Sae will I do for thee!
The bread out and the wine;
Before the morn at twall o’clock,
They’ll deal the same at mine.
The tither in Mary’s quire;
And out o’ the tane there grew a birk,
And out o’ the tither a brier.
Until they twa did meet;
And every one that past them by,
Said, ‘Thae ’s twa lovers sweet.’