| Maxwelton braes are bonnie
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| Where early falls the dew
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| And it was there that Annie Laurie
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| Gave me her promise true
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| Gave me her promise true
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| Which never forgot will be
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| And for bonnie Annie Laurie
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| I would lay me down and die
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| Her brow is like the snow drift
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| Her throat is like the swans
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| Her face it is the fairest
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| That ever the sun shone on
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| That ever the sun shone on
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| And dark blue is her eye
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| And for bonnie Annie Laurie
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| I would lay me down and die
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| Like dew on the gowan lying
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| Is the fall of her fairy feet
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| And like the winds in summer sighing
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| Her voice is low and sweet
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| Her voice is low and sweet
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| And she’s all the world to me
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| And for bonnie Annie Laurie
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| I’d lay me down and die |