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The Outlandish Knight

An unknown knight came to us no log ago
And he wants to marry me
To the county on the north coast
I have to go to live in his castle
 
Bring me the gold your father has
And jewelry from your mother too
And bring some horses to carry us
On the dangerous road
 
She mounted a mare as white as snow
He rode a black stallion
And they rode until the day went out
And the moon was brilliant in the sky
 
Oh, stop now, my dear, I'm tired
I need to rest
Let me have a drink and just for a while
I want to rest in your arms
 
Yet the knight just spurred the horse to a gallop
He flew through the darkness like the wind
Just hold on, my love, in a short time
You will see your room
 
And so they kept riding north at night
She was already falling from the horse exhausted
When they reached the cliffs on the coast
It was a few hours before dawn
 
Get ready to die, my beloved,
you will have a grave in the waves
I've drowned six girls here before
and the seventh one now you must be
 
Take off your silk dress, love
I must take it from you
After all, it would be a shame to let such a beautiful robe
Rot on the seabed
 
If I have to take off my silk dress
Give me your blanket
I will not allow a robber and a murderer
See me exposed
 
He turned his face away from her with a smirk
And a line of rags he wanted to throw at her
When she slammed into him, he staggered
And descended from the cliff into the sea
 
Just taste the sea, my knight
I have the same death for you
You took the lives of six girls
But the seventh death must be yours!
 
She stood there for a moment motionless
Before his screams in waves disappeared
A foamy surf drove him to the rocks
And smashed him into pieces
 

Cruel brother

Behind Ythan river a farmer lived once,
it was in manor Fyvie.
That farmer had a beautiful daughter,
he called her beautiful Annie.
 
Lord of Fyvie had his trumpeter,
and that was Andrew Lammie.
That young trumpeter all the long time
thinked of beautiful Annie.
 
Suddenly, her mother once says:
'Look out from window, my Annie!
possibly no more beautiful man went through the world
than lord's trumpeter Lammie.'
 
In the evening, when everyone else went to sleep long time ago,
beautiful Annie couldn't sleep.
The love started to warm in her heart,
in her thoughts Andrew Lammie.
 
I wish my love will come on my threshold,
I wish he grips me in hug.
I wish to give all my life to him,
when the world denies his love for me.
 
However, only a short time could love bloom
like a flower of field poppies.
Andrew was with Annie every night,
he was leaving with birds' voices.
 
But her dad didn't like him.
And jealous sisters
went to sue her to their brother.
They were making wily plans.
 
Her cruel brother, when he heard it,
went into her chamber,
and by evil and cruel hit
he punched his sister down to the ground.
 
Ah, my mother, prepare the bed
the last time for your Annie.
Tell my love that I'm dying.
Let Andrew Lammie come.
 
Ah, my mother, give me your hand
and turn my head to Fyvie,
so my eyes can see once more,
where Andrew Lammie waits.