The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87

Annie's Tryste.1

Annie's Tryste. 1

In moderate time and with expression. WORDS BY PROFESSOR AYTORS Your hand is cauld as snaw, An - nie, Your cheek is wan and white; What gare ye trem-ble sae, An-nie,What mak's youre'e sae bright? The snaw is on the ground, Wil-lie, The frost is cauld and keen, But there's a bum - in' fire, Wil-lie, That sears my heart with - in. . .

The spring will come again, Annie,
And chase the winter showers,
And you and I shall walk, Annie,
Amang the summer flowers.

O! bonnie are the braes, Willie,
When a' the snaws are gane,
But my heait misgi'es me sair, Willie,
Ye'll wander there alane.

O! will ye tryste wi' me, Annie,
O will ye tryste me then?
I'll meet ye by the bum, Annie,
That wimples doun the glen.

I daurna tryste wi' you, Willie,
I dauma tryste re here,
But we'll haud our tryste in heaven, whille,
In the spring time o' the year.

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1 An appointment to meet.