托马斯勋爵和安尼特小姐在山上度过了一天;当夜幕降临，太阳落山的时候，他们还没有把话说完。托马斯勋爵开玩笑地说了一句话，美丽的安尼特对此不以为然:“a，我不会违背我朋友的意愿去娶一个妻子。“如果你不娶一个妻子，一个妻子也不会嫁给你;”说着，他忍不住告诉他的母亲，然后跪在他的膝盖上。“噢，亲爱的，噢，亲爱的，妈妈，”他说，“亲爱的，请原谅我。噢，我能娶到栗色的新娘，让美丽的安妮特成为蜜蜂吗?“栗色的新娘有漂亮的衣服，美丽的安妮特，她有名字;还有美丽的小美人，我很快就会得到的。”他只好等着他哥哥说:“现在，哥哥，你看我;我能娶了栗色的新娘，让美丽的安妮特成为蜜蜂吗?' 'The nut-browne bride has oxen, brother, The nut-browne bride has kye; I wad hae ye marrie the nut-browne bride, And cast Fair Annet bye.' 'Her oxen may dye i' the house, billie, And her kye into the byre; And I sall hae nothing to mysell Bot a fat fadge by the fyre.' And he has till his sister gane: 'Now, sister, rede ye mee; O sall I marrie the nut-browne bride, And set Fair Annet free?' 'I'se rede ye tak Fair Annet, Thomas, And let the browne bride alane; Lest ye sould sigh, and say, Alace, What is this we brought hame!' 'No, I will tak my mither's counsel, And marrie me owt o hand; And I will tak the nut-browne bride, Fair Annet may leive the land.' Up then rose Fair Annet's father, Twa hours or it wer day, And he is gane unto the bower Wherein Fair Annet lay. 'Rise up, rise up, Fair Annet,' he says 'Put on your silken sheene; Let us gae to St. Marie's Kirke, And see that rich weddeen.' 'My maides, gae to my dressing-roome, And dress to me my hair; Whaireir yee laid a plait before, See yee lay ten times mair. 'My maids, gae to my dressing-room, And dress to me my smock; The one half is o the holland fine, The other o needle-work.' The horse Fair Annet rade upon, He amblit like the wind; Wi siller he was shod before, Wi burning gowd behind. Four and twanty siller bells Wer a' tyed till his mane, And yae tift o the norland wind, They tinkled ane by ane. Four and twanty gay gude knichts Rade by Fair Annet's side, And four and twanty fair ladies, As gin she had bin a bride. And whan she cam to Marie's Kirk, She sat on Marie's stean: The cleading that Fair Annet had on It skinkled in their een. And whan she cam into the kirk, She shimmerd like the sun; The belt that was about her waist Was a' wi pearles bedone. She sat her by the nut-browne bride, And her een they wer sae clear, Lord Thomas he clean forgat the bride, When Fair Annet drew near. He had a rose into his hand, He gae it kisses three, And reaching by the nut-browne bride, Laid it on Fair Annet's knee. Up then spak the nut-browne bride, She spak wi meikle spite: 'And whair gat ye that rose-water, That does mak yee sae white?' 'O I did get the rose-water Whair ye wull neir get nane, For I did get that very rose-water Into my mither's wame.' The bride she drew a long bodkin Frae out her gay head-gear, And strake Fair Annet unto the heart, That word spak nevir mair. Lord Thomas he saw Fair Annet wex pale, And marvelit what mote bee; But when he saw her dear heart's blude, A' wood-wroth wexed bee. He drew his dagger that was sae sharp, That was sae sharp and meet, And drave it into the nut-browne bride, That fell deid at his feit. 'Now stay for me, dear Annet,' he sed, 'Now stay, my dear,' he cry'd; Then strake the dagger untill his heart, And fell deid by her side. Lord Thomas was buried without kirk-wa, Fair Annet within the quiere, And o the ane thair grew a birk, The other a bonny briere. And ay they grew, and ay they threw, As they wad faine be neare; And by this ye may ken right weil They were twa luvers deare.