कविता 1
MY love she is a gentlewoman,
Has her living by the seam;
I kenna how she is provided
This night for me and my foot-groom.
Has her living by the seam;
I kenna how she is provided
This night for me and my foot-groom.
कविता 2
He is gane to Annie's bower-door,
And gently tirled at the pin:
Ye sleep, ye wake, my love Annie,
Ye'll rise and lat your true-love in.
And gently tirled at the pin:
Ye sleep, ye wake, my love Annie,
Ye'll rise and lat your true-love in.
कविता 3
Wi her white fingers lang and sma
She gently lifted up the pin;
Wi her arms lang and bent
She kindly caught sweet Willie in.
She gently lifted up the pin;
Wi her arms lang and bent
She kindly caught sweet Willie in.
कविता 4
O will ye go to cards or dice?
Or will ye go to play?
Or will ye go to a well made bed,
And sleep a while 'til day?'
Or will ye go to play?
Or will ye go to a well made bed,
And sleep a while 'til day?'
कविता 5
I winna gang to cards nor dice,
Nor yet will I to play;
But I will gang to a well made bed,
And sleep a while 'til day.
Nor yet will I to play;
But I will gang to a well made bed,
And sleep a while 'til day.
कविता 6
My love Annie, my dear Annie,
I would be at your desire;
But wae mat fa the auld Matrons,
As she sits by the kitchen fire!
I would be at your desire;
But wae mat fa the auld Matrons,
As she sits by the kitchen fire!
कविता 7
Keep up your heart, Willie, she said,
Keep up your heart, dinna fear;
It's seven years, and some guid mair,
Sin her foot did file the flear.
Keep up your heart, dinna fear;
It's seven years, and some guid mair,
Sin her foot did file the flear.
कविता 8
They hadna kissd nor love clapped,
As lovers when they meet,
'Til up it raise the auld Matrons,
Sae well's she spread her feet.
As lovers when they meet,
'Til up it raise the auld Matrons,
Sae well's she spread her feet.
कविता 9
O wae mat fa the auld Matrons,
Sae clever's she took the gate!
And she's gaen ower yon lang, lang hill,
Knockd at the sheriff's yate.
Sae clever's she took the gate!
And she's gaen ower yon lang, lang hill,
Knockd at the sheriff's yate.
कविता 10
Ye sleep, ye wake, my lord?' she said;
Are ye not your bower within?
There's knight in bed wi your daughter,
I fear she's gotten wrang.
Are ye not your bower within?
There's knight in bed wi your daughter,
I fear she's gotten wrang.
कविता 11
Ye'll do ye down thro Kelso town,
Waken my wall-wight men;
And gin ye hae your wark well dune
I'll be there at command.
Waken my wall-wight men;
And gin ye hae your wark well dune
I'll be there at command.
कविता 12
She's done her down thro Kelso town,
Wakend his wall-wight men;
But gin she had her wark well done
He was there at command.
Wakend his wall-wight men;
But gin she had her wark well done
He was there at command.
कविता 13
He had his horse wi corn fodderd,
His men armd in mail;
He gae the Matrons half a merk
To show them ower the hill.
His men armd in mail;
He gae the Matrons half a merk
To show them ower the hill.
कविता 14
Willie sleepd, but Annie waked
Till she heard their bridles ring;
Then tapped on her love's shoulder,
And said, Ye've sleepit lang.
Till she heard their bridles ring;
Then tapped on her love's shoulder,
And said, Ye've sleepit lang.
कविता 15
O save me, save me, my blessd lady,
Till I've on my shooting-gear;
I dinna fear the king himsell,
Tho he an's men were here.
Till I've on my shooting-gear;
I dinna fear the king himsell,
Tho he an's men were here.
कविता 16
Then they shot in, and Willie out,
The arrows graz'd his brow;
The maid she wept and tore her hair,
Says, This can never do.
The arrows graz'd his brow;
The maid she wept and tore her hair,
Says, This can never do.
कविता 17
Then they shot in, and he shot out,
The bow brunt Willie's hand;
But aye he kissd her ruby lips,
Said, My dear, thinkna lang.
The bow brunt Willie's hand;
But aye he kissd her ruby lips,
Said, My dear, thinkna lang.
कविता 18
He set his horn to his mouth,
And has blawn loud and shrill,
And he's calld on his brother John,
In Ringlewood he lay still.
And has blawn loud and shrill,
And he's calld on his brother John,
In Ringlewood he lay still.
कविता 19
The first an shot that Lord John shot,
He wound fifty and fifteen;
The next an shot that Lord John shot,
He ca'd out the sheriff's een.
He wound fifty and fifteen;
The next an shot that Lord John shot,
He ca'd out the sheriff's een.
कविता 20
O some o you lend me an arm,
Some o you lend me twa;
And they that came for strife this day,
Take horse, ride fast awa.
Some o you lend me twa;
And they that came for strife this day,
Take horse, ride fast awa.
कविता 21
But wae mat fa yon, auld Matrons,
An ill death mat ye die!
I'll burn you on yon high hill-head,
Blaw your ashes in the sea.
An ill death mat ye die!
I'll burn you on yon high hill-head,
Blaw your ashes in the sea.
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