Francis James Child

“ O Anny, speak to me!'
But ay the louder that he cried Anny,
The louder roard the sea.
An 'Heigh, Anny!' an 'Hou, Anny!
O Anny, winna you bide?'
But ay the langer that he cried Anny,
The higher roard the tide. ”

“ Was at the gate just now.'
'Lie still, lie still, my only son,
And sound sleep mayst thou get,
For it's but an hour or little mair
Since she was at the gate.'
Awa, awa, ye wicket woman,
And an ill dead may ye die! ”

“ Lay cauld dead at my feet.'
'Gin it be for Annie of Rough Royal
That ye make a' this din,
She stood a' last night at this door,
But I trow she was no in.'
'O wae betide ye, ill woman,
An ill dead may ye die! ”

“ For the rain rains on my gude cleading,
And the dew stands on my chin.'
Then she has turnd her round about:
'Well, since that it be sae,
Let never woman that has born a son
Hae a heart sae full of wae. ”

“ Till Love Gregory he come home.
'I'll set my foot on the ship-board,
God send me wind and more!
For there's never a woman shall bear a son
Shall make my heart so sore.'
'I dreamed a dream now since yestreen,
That I never dreamed before ”

“ And first he's kissd her cherry cheek,
And neist he's kissed her chin;
And saftly pressd her rosey lips,
But there was nae breath within.
'O wae betide my cruel mother,
And an ill dead may she die! ”