| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XII. Love and Death
Sweet Willie and Fair Annie | | Anonymous |
| | | IT ’S I will kiss your bonny cheek, | |
| And I will kiss your chin; | |
| And I will kiss your clay cald lip: | |
| But I’ll never kiss woman again. | |
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| And that I was in love outdone, | 5 |
| Sail n’er be said o’ me; | |
| For as ye’ve died for me, Annie, | |
| Sae will I do for thee! | |
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| The day ye deal at Annie’s burial, | |
| The bread out and the wine; | 10 |
| Before the morn at twall o’clock, | |
| They’ll deal the same at mine. | |
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| The tane was buried in Mary’s kirk, | |
| The tither in Mary’s quire; | |
| And out o’ the tane there grew a birk, | 15 |
| And out o’ the tither a brier. | |
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| And ay they grew, and ay they drew, | |
| Until they twa did meet; | |
| And every one that past them by, | |
| Said, ‘Thae ’s twa lovers sweet.’ | 20 | | | |
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