Annachie Gordon Lyrics - Singles - John Wesley Harding

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