"O, wha will lace my shoes sae sma', And wha will glove my hand, And wha will lace my middle sae jimp Wi' my new-made linen band? "Wha will kaim my yellow hair Wi' my new siller kaim? And wha will faither my young son Till Lord Gregory comes hame? "But I will get a bonnie boat And I will sail the sea, For I maun gang tae Lord Gregory Since he canna come hame to me. "O, row your boat, ye mariners, And bring me to dry land, For yonder I see my love's castel Close by the saut sea strand. "O, open the door, Lord Gregory, Open and let me in, For the wind blows through my yellow hair And I'm shiverin' to the chin." "Awa', aw', ye wile woman, Some ill death may ye dee, Ye're but a witch or a wild warlock Or mermaid o' the sea." "I'm neither a witch nor wild warlock, Nor mermaid o' the sea; But I'm fair Annie o' Rough Royal, O, open the door to me. "O, dinna ye mind, Lord Gregory, When ye sat at the wine? We changed the rings frae our fingers And I can show thee thine. "O, dinna ye mind, Lord Gregory, When in my faither's ha'? 'Twas there ye got your will o' me, And that was worst o' a'."

"Awa', awa', ye wile woman, For here ye sanna win in, Gae droon ye in the saut, saut sea Or hang on the gallows pin." When the cock did craw and the day did daw' And the sun began to peep, Then up did rise Lord Gregory And sair, sair did he weep. "I dreamed a dream, my mither dear, The thocht o't gars me greet, I dreamed fair Annie o' Rough Royal Lay cauld deid at my feet." "Gin it de Annie o' Rough Royal That gars ye mak' this din, She stood a' nicht at our ha' door, But I didna let her in." "O, wae betide ye, ill woman Some ill death may ye dee, That ye wadna hae letten poor Annie in Or else hae waukened me." He's gane doon to yon sea shore, As fast as he could fare, And he saw fair Annie in her boat, And the wind it tossed her sair. The wind blew loud and the sea grew rough And the boat was dashed on shore; Fair Annie floated on the wave, But her young son rose no more. Lord Gregory tore his yellow hair, And made his heavy moan, Fair Annie lay deid at his feet, But his Bonnie young son was gone. "O, wae betide ye, cruel mither, Some ill death may ye dee, That ye couldna hae letten fair Annie in, When she cam' sae far to me.