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Well I know thy aged parents,

Well thy blooming bride I know, Seven years I was thy captive,

Seven years of pain and woe.

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O rede, O rede, mither, he says,

A gude rede gie to mee:
O fall I tak the nut-browne bride,

And let faire Annet bee?

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And he has till his brother gane:

Now brother rede ye mee;
A'fall I marrie the nut-browne bride,

And let fair Annet bee?

The nut-browne bride has oxen, brother,

The nut-browne bride has kye; I wad hae ye marrie the nut-browne bride,

And cast fair Annet bye.

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No, I will tak my mithers counsel,

And marrie me owt o'hand;
And I will tak the nut-browne bride;

Fair Annet may lieve the land.

Up then rose fair Annets father

Twa hours or it wer day, And he is gane into the bower, • Wherein fáir Annet lay.

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Four and twanty filler bells

Wer a' tyed till his mane,
And yae tift o' the norland wind,

They tinkled ane by ane.

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