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Annie She's Dowie Post by :rbsimonson Category :Poems Author :George Macdonald Date :January 2011 Read :1075

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Annie She's Dowie

Annie she's dowie, and Willie he's wae:
What can be the matter wi' siccan a twae,
For Annie she's fair as the first o' the day,
And Willie he's honest and stalwart and gay?

Oh, the tane has a daddy is poor and is proud,
And the tither a minnie that cleiks at the goud '.
They lo'ed are anither, and said their say,
But the daddy and minnie hae partit the twae!

(The end)
George MacDonald's poem: Annie She's Dowie

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