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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.
O rede, O rede, mither, he says,
A gude rede gie to mee:
And let faire Annet bee?
And he has till his brother gane:
Now brother rede ye mee;
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.
No, I will tak my mithers counsel,
And marrie me owt o'hand;
Fair Annet may lieve the land.