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and see that rich wedding.
My maids go to my dressing room,
and dress to me my hair.
Where ever ye lead a plan before
see ye lay ten times mair.
My maid go to my dressing room,
and dress to me my smock,
The half is of the holland fine,
and the other of neddle work.
The horse fair Annet rode upon,
he amblit like the wind,
With silver he was shod before,
with burning gold behind.
Four and twenty silver bells,
were tied to his mane,
With one blast of the Norland wind,
they tinkled one by one.
Four and twenty gay good knights,
rode by fair Annet’s side,
And four and twenty gay ladies,
as if she had been a bride.
And when she came to Mary’s kirk,
she sat on Mary’s stone,
The cloths that fair Annet had on,
they glanced in their een.
And when she came into the kirk,
she skimer’d like the sun,
