| Maxwellton braes are bonnie,
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| Where early fa’s the dew,
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| And 'twas 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 ne’er forgot will be,
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| And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
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| I lay me doon and dee.
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| Her brow is like the snowdrift,
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| Her throat is like a swan,
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| Her face it is the fairest
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| That e’er the sun shone on.
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| That e’er the sun shone on,
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| And dark blue is her ee,
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| And for bonnie Annie Laurie
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| I lay me doon and dee.
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| Like dew on th' gowan lying,
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| Is the fa' o' her fairy feet,
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| And like 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 a' the world to me,
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| And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
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| I lay me doon and dee. |