| Oh Annan Water’s wondrous deep
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| And my love Ann is wondrous bonnie
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| I’m loathe that she should wet her feet
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| Because I love her best of any.
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| Go saddle for me the bonny grey mare
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| Go saddle her and make her ready.
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| For I must cross the stream tonight,
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| Or never more I’ll see my lady.
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| He’s ridden over field and fen.
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| O’er moor and moss and many’s the mire,
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| But the spurs of steel were sore to bite.
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| Sparks from the mare’s hoofs flew like fire.
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| The mare flew over moor and moss,
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| And when she’s reached the Annan Water
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| She couldn’t have ridden a furlong more
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| Had a thousand whips been laid upon her.
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| Chorus
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| And woe betide you Annan Waters
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| By night you are a gloomy river,
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| And over you I’ll build a bridge
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| That never more true love can sever.
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| Oh Boatman put off your boat,
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| Put off your boat for gold and money.
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| For I must cross the stream tonight,
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| Or never more I’ll see my lady
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| Oh the sides are steep, the waters deep.
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| From bank to brae the water’s pouring
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| And the bonny grey mare she sweats for fear.
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| She stands to hear the water roaring
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| And he has tried to swim the stream,
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| And he swam on both strong and steady,
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| But the river was deep and strength did fail,
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| And never more he’ll see his lady.
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| Oh woe betide the willow wand,
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| And woe betide the bush and briar,
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| For you broke beneath my true love’s hand
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| When strength did fail and limbs did tire
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| (Chorus)
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| That never more true love may sever |