Francis James Child,
The English and Scottish Popular Ballads…
“ And Willie swore a great, great oath, And he swore by the thorn, That she was as free o a child that night As the night that she was born. 'Ye hae gien me the gowk, Annet, But I'll gie you the scorn; For there's no a bell in a' the town Shall ring for you the morn.' Out and spak then Sweet Willie: Sae loud's I hear you lie! There's no a bell in a' the town But shall ring for Annet and me. ”
Francis James Child,
The English and Scottish Popular Ballads…
“ And we'll go tak a dance.' 'I've seen ither days wi you, Willie, And so has mony mae, Ye would hae danced wi me mysel, Let a' my maidens gae.' O ben than cam now Sweet Willie, Saying, Bride, will ye dance wi me? 'Aye, by my sooth, and that I will, Gin my back should break in three.' She had nae turned her throw the dance, Throw the dance but thrice, When she fell doun at Willie's feet, And up did never rise. Willie's taen the key of his coffer, And gien it to his man: 'Gae hame, and tell my mother dear My horse he has me slain ”
Francis James Child,
The English and Scottish Popular Ballads…
“ What man you'll ride behind:' 'O wha sae fitting as Sweet Willie? He'll fit my saddle fine.' O they rode on, and they rode on, Till they cam to Merrytown green; But Sweet Willie and Fair Janet Cam aye hoolie ahin. ”
