II. "No, I will tak my mither's counsel, 12. Up then rose Fair Annet's father, Twa hours or it wer day, And he is gane into the bower 13. "Rise up, rise up, Fair Annet," he says, "Put on your silken sheene; Let us gae to St. Marie's kirke, And see that rich weddeen." 14. "My maides, gae to my dressingroome, And dress to me my hair; See yee lay ten times mair. 15. "My maids, gae to my dressingroom, And dress to me my smock; 16. The horse Fair Annet rade upon, 17. Four and twanty siller bells 18. Four and twanty gay gude knichts. Rade by Fair Annet's side, And four and twanty fair ladies, 5 fat, clumsy woman Tif 10 sparkled |