John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding - Annachie Gordon lyrics
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Buchan, it's bonny, oh 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 Oh never will I forget my love Annachie For Annachie Gordon, oh 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 Oh 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 with Lord Salton and leave Young Annachie For Annachie Gordon he's only but a man Although he may be pretty but where are all his lands Salton's lands are broad and his towers they stand high You must marry with Lord Salton and forget Young Annachie With Annachie Gordon oh I'd beg for my bread Before that 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 oh to church you may me bring Ah but unto Lord Salton Oh I'll never bear a son A son or a daughter oh I'll never bow my knee Oh, I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie When Jeanie was married and from 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 Oh she's gone to a chamber and she's crying all alone Come to bed now Jeanie, oh 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 Lord Salton I never shall be And up and spoke her father and he's spoken with renown All you who 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 that young Annachie come 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 land and so long upon the flood Oh 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 that my love lies in 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 in