History of two brothers misfortunes/Anna of the Tyne

ANNA OF THE TYNE.

A BONNY swain, blithe Sandy nam’d,
Who’d murkle land and kine;
A lassie lov’d for beauty fam’d,
Fair Anna of the Tyne:
And thus would Sandy joyous sing,
Fair maid, O be but mine;
More bless’d I’ll be than laird or king,
With Anna of the Tyne,
With Anna of the Tyne. With Anna, &c.

Kind youth, she cried, na kine, nor land,
Nor money I’ve in store;
Then cease to ask my humble hand,
Nor wed a maid so poor:
Yet Sandy still would joyous sing,
Fair maid, O be but mine,
More bless’d I’d be than laird or king,
With Anna of the Tyne. With Anna, &c.

For, Anna, thou art rich in charms,
The wealth of worlds to me;
Then wed and bless thy lover’s arms:
She smil’d, and blest was he:
How rapt’rous then did Sandy sing,
Now, now my fair one’s mine,
I am more bless’d than laird or king,
With Anna of the Tyne. With Anna, &c.

FINIS.