Anachie Gordon Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

(traditional Scottish song) 

[Performed sometimes live at concerts] 

Harking is bonny and there lives my love 

My heart lies on him and will not remove 

It will not remove ohh for all that I have done 

Ohh I never will forget me love Anachie 

For Anachie Gordon he's bonny and he's rough 

He'd entice any woman that ever he saw 

He'd entice any woman and so he has done me 

O I never will forget me love Anachie 

Down came her father and he's standing by the door 

Saying Jeannie your trying the tricks of a whore 

You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee 

You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Anachie 

For Anachie Gordon he's barely but a man 

Although he may be pretty but where are his lands 

O the Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they are high 

You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Anachie 

With Anachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread 

And before I'll marry Sultan it's gold to my head 

With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee 

And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie 

And you that are my parents to church you may me bring 

But unto Lord Sultan I'll never bear a son 

To a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee 

And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie 

Jeannie was married and from church she was brought home 

And when she and her maidens so merry should have been 

When she and her maidens so merry should have been 

She went into her chamber, she cried all alone 

Come to bed now Jeannie me honey and my sweet 

For the style you my mistress it would be so sweet 

Being mistress or Jeannie it's all the same to me 

But in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lie 

And down came her father and he's spoken with reknown 

Saying you that are her maidens go loosen off her gowns 

But she fell down to the floor so close down by his knee 

Saying father look I'm dying for me love Anachie 

The day Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died 

And the day that young Anachie came home on the tide 

And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands 

Saying Lord it's been so long you've spent so long on the sands 

Ohh so long on the sands, o so long upon the flood 

They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead. 

You that are her maidens come take me by the hand 

And take me to the chamber that me love she lies in 

And he's kissed her cold lips 'til his heart has turned to stone 

And he's died in the chamber that his love she lies in.