FAIR ANNIE1 1 'IT's narrow, narrow, make your bed, And learn to lie your lane;2 For I'm ga'n oer the sea, Fair Annie, 2 'But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale ? And wha will welcome my brisk bride, 3 'It's I will bake your bridal bread, There's four and twenty ffayre ladyes, 19 'Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen? 20 'I doe see the hall now, Child Waters, 21 'I doe see the hall now, Child Waters, 22 There were four and twenty ladyes, 90 |