Annachie Gordon

Buchan, it's bonny, and there lives my love My heart it lies on him, and it will not remove It will not remove for all that I've done Never will I forget my love Annachie For Annachie Gordon, he's bonny and he's braw He'd entice any woman that ever him saw He'd entice any woman and so he has done me Never will I forget my love Annachie Down came her father, standing on the floor Saying Jeanie you're trying the tricks of a whore You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee You must marry Lord Salton and forget young Annachie For Annachie Gordon he's only but a man And although he may be pretty but where are all his lands Saltons lands are broad and his towers they stand high You must marry Lord Salton and forget young Annachie With Annachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread Before I'd marry Salton with gold to my head With gold to my head and with gowns fringed to the knee Oh I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie And you that are my parents to the church you may me bring Oh but unto Lord Salton I will never bear a son Oh a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie When Jeanie was married from the church she was brought home She and her maidens so merry should have been When she and her maidens so merry should have been She's gone to her chamber and she's crying all alone Come to bed now Jeanie, my honey and my sweet For to style you my mistress it would not be meet Oh it's mistress or Jeanie it's all the same to me For it's in your bed Salton I never shall be Up and spoke her father and he's spoken with renown All of you that are her maidens won't you loosen off her gown But she fell down in a swoon, so low down by their knees Saying look on for I'm dying for my love Annachie The day that Jeanie married was the day that Jeanie died That's the day young Annachie comes rolling from the tide And down came her maidens and they're wringing of their hands Saying woe to you Annachie for staying from the sands So long from the sands and so long upon the flood They've married your Jeanie and now she is dead All you that are her maidens won't you take me by the hand Won't you lead me to the chamber where my true love lies And he's kissed her cold lips until his heart turned to stone And he's died in the chamber where his true love lay