| Harking is bonnie
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| And there lives my love
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| My heart lies on him
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| And will not remove
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| It will not remove
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| Oh for all that I have done
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| Oh I never will forget my love Anachie
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| For Anachie Gordon
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| He’s bonnie and he’s rough
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| He’d entice any woman that ever he saw
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| He’d entice any woman and so he has done me
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| Oh I never will forget my love Anachie
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| Down came her father and he’s standing by the door
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| Saying, Jeannie 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 Sultan and leave Anachie
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| For Anachie Gorden, he’s barely but a man
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| Although he may be pretty but where are his lands?
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| Oh the Sultan’s lands are broad and his towers they run high
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| You must marry Lord Sultan and leave anachie
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| With Anachie Gordon I’d beg for my bread
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| And before I’ll marry Sultan it’s gold to my head
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| With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee
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| And I’ll die if I don’t get me love Anachie
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| And you that are my parents to church you may me bring
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| But unto Lord Sulton 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 me love Anachie
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| Jeannie was married and from church she was brought home
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| And 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 went into her chambers she cried all alone
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| Come to bed now Jeannie, me honey and me sweet
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| For to style you my mistress it would be so sweet
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| Be it mistress or Jeannie 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 that are her maidens go loosen off her gowns
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| But she fell down to the floor so close down by his knee
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| Saying, father look I’m dying for me love Anachie
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| The day that Jeannie married was the day that jeannie died
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| And the day that young Anachie 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 spent so long on the sands
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| Oh 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 that are her maidens go take me by the hand
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| And take me to the chamber that me love she lies in
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| And he’s kissed her cold lips till his heart has turned to stone
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| And he’s died in the chamber that his love she lies in |