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Annachie Gordon Buchan is bonnie and there lives my love My heart it lies on him, it will not remove It will not remove for all that I have done O never will I forget my love, Annachie For Annachie Gordon, he's Bonnie and he's braw He'd entice any woman that ever him saw He'd entice any woman, and so he has done me O never will I forget my love, Annachie Down came her father and he's standing on the floor Saying, Jeannie, you're trying the tricks of a whore You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee You must marry with Lord Saltoun and leave young Annachie For Annachie Gordon, he's only but a man And although he may be pretty, but where are all his lands Saltoun's lands are broad and his towers they stand high You must marry with Lord Saltoun and forget young Annachie With Annachie Gordon, I'd beg for my bread Before that I'd marry Saltoun with gold to my head With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee O I'll die if I don't get my love, Annachie And you who are my parents to the church you may me bring But unto Lord Saltoun, I'll never bear a son O a son or a daughter, I'll never bow my knee I'll die if I don't get my love, Annachie When Jeannie was married and from the church she was brought home And she and her maidens so merry should have been When she and her maidens so merry should have been O she's gone to her chamber and she's crying all alone Come to bed now Jeannie, my honey and my sweet For to style you my mistress, it would not be meet O, it's Mistress or Jeannie, it's all the same to me For it's in your bed, Lord Saltoun, I never shall be And up and spoke her father and he's spoken with renowned All you who are her maidens, won't you loosen off her gown But she fell down in a swoon, o so low down by their knees Saying, Look on, for I'm dying for my love, Annachie The day that Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died That's the day that young Annachie came rolling home 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 land and so long upon the flood O they've married your Jeannie and now she is dead All you that were her maidens, won't you take me by the hand And won't you lead me to the chamber that my love lies in And he kissed her cold lips until his heart turned to stone And he's died in the chamber where his true love lay in Child #239 recorded by Cindy Mangsen and Nic Jones on Noah's Arc Trap SOF
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