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Harking is bonny and there lives my love |
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My heart lies on him and cannot remove |
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It cannot remove for all that I have done |
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And I never will forget my love Annachie |
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For Annachie Gordon he's bonny and he's bright |
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He'd entice any woman that e'er he saw |
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He'd entice any woman and so he has done me |
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And I never will forget my love Annachie. |
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Down came her father and he's standing at the door |
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Saying Jeannie you are trying the tricks of a whore |
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You care nothing for a man who cares so much for thee |
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You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie |
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For Annachie Gordon is barely but a man |
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Although he may be pretty but where are his lands |
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The Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they run high |
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You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie. |
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With Annachie Gordon I beg for my bread |
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And before I marry Sultan his gold to my head |
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With gold to my head and straight down to my knees |
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And I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie |
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And you who are my parents to church you may me bring |
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But unto Lord Sultan I'll never bear a son |
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To a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee |
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And I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie. |
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Jeannie was married and from church was brought home |
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When 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 goes into her chamber and cries all alone. |
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Come to my bed my Jeannie my honey and my sweet |
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To stile you my mistress it would be so sweet |
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Be it mistress or Jeanne it's all the same to me |
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But in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lie |
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And down came her father and he's spoken with reknown |
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Saying you who are her maidens |
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Go loosen up her gowns |
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And she fell down to the floor |
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And straight down to his knee saying |
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Father look I'm dying for my love Annachie. |
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The day that Jeanne married was the day that Jeannie died |
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And the day that young Annachie came home on the tide |
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And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands |
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Saying oh it's been so long, you've been so long on the sands |
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So long on the sands, so long on the flood |
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They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead. |
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You who are her maidens come take me by the hand |
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And lead me to the chamber where my love she lies in |
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And he kissed her cold lips till his heart it turned to stone |
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And he died in the chamber where his love she lies in. |
