Letra Annachie gordon John Wesley Harding

Annachie gordon

Buchan, its 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 hes bonny and hes braw
Hed entice any woman that ever him saw
Hed 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 youre 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 hes only but a man
Although he may be pretty but where are all his lands
Saltons lands are broad and his towers they stand high
You must marry with lord salton and forget young annachie

With annachie gordon oh Id beg for my bread
Before that Id marry salton with gold to my head
With gold to my head and with gowns fringed to the knee
Oh Ill die if I dont get my love annachie
And you that are my parents oh to church you may me bring
Ah but unto lord salton oh Ill never bear a son
A son or a daughter oh Ill never bow my knee
Oh, Ill die if I dont 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 shes gone to a chamber and shes 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 its mistress or jeanie its all the same to me
For its in your bed lord salton I never shall be
And up and spoke her father and hes spoken with renown
All you who are her maidens wont you loosen off her gown
But she fell down in a swoon, so low down by their knees
Saying look on for Im dying for my love annachie

The day that jeanie married was the day that jeanie died
Thats the day that young annachie come rolling from the tide
And down came her maidens and theyre 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 theyve married your jeanie and now she is dead

All you that are her maidens wont you take me by the hand
Wont you lead me to the chamber that my love lies in
And hes kissed her cold lips until his heart turned to stone
And hes died in the chamber where his true love lay in