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Comb back your hair, fair Annie, he said
Comb it back into your crown
For you must live a maiden’s life
When I bring my new bride home

Oh how can I look maiden like?
When maiden I am none
For six fair sons have I had by you
And a seventh coming on

Oh you will bake my bread, he said
And you will keep my home
And you will welcome my lady gay,
When I bring my bridal home

And on the door he’s hung a silken towel
Pinned by a silver pin
That fair Annie she might wipe her eyes
As she went out and in

Now six months gone and nine coming on
And she thought the time wore long
And she’s taken a spyglass all in her hand
And up to the tower she has gone

She has looked east, she has looked west
She has looked all under the sun
And who should she see but Lord Thomas
All bringing of his bridal home

So she has called for her seven sons
By one, by two, by three
And she has said to her eldest
Oh come tell me what you see

He has looked east, he has looked west
He has looked all under the sun
And who should he see, but his father dear
He was bringing of his new bride home

So its shall I dress in green? she said,
Or shall I dress in black?
Or shall I go down to the raging main
And send my soul to wrack?

Well you need not dress in green he said
Nor you need not dress in black
But throw you wide the great hall door
And welcome my father back

So it’s welcome home, Lord Thomas, she said
And you’re welcome unto me
And welcome, welcome, your merry men all
That you brought across the sea

And she’s served them with the best of the wine
Yes she’s served them all round
But she drunk water from the well
For to keep her spirits down

And she’s waited upon them all the live long day
And she thought the time all long
And she’s taken her flutes all in her hand
And up to her bower she has gone

And she’s fluted east, she has fluted west,
And she’s fluted loud and shrill
She wished that her sons were seven grey hounds
And her a wolf on the hill

Then come downstairs, the new bride said
Oh come down stairs to me
And tell me the name of your father dear
And I’ll tell mine to thee

Well King Douglas it was my father’s name
And Queen Chathan was my mother
And sweet Mary she was my sister dear
And Prince Henry was my brother

If King Douglas was your father dear
And Queen Chathan was your mother
Then I’m sure that I am your sister dear
As Prince Henry is your brother

And I have seven ships out on the sea
They are loaded to the brim
And six of them will I give to you
And one for to carry me home

Yes six of them will I give to you
When we’ve had Lord Thomas burned

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from So Slowly, Slowly Got She Up, released December 27, 2014
Elle Osborne - vocals

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