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