| Buchan, it’s bonny, oh and there lives my love
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| My heart it lies on him, it will not remove
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| It will not remove for all that I have done
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| Oh never will I forget my love Annachie
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| For Annachie Gordon, oh he’s bonny and he’s braw
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| He’d entice any woman that ever him saw
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| He’d entice any woman and so he has done me
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| Oh never will I forget my love Annachie
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| Down came her father, standing on the floor
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| Saying Jeanie 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 with Lord Salton and leave Young Annachie
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| For Annachie Gordon he’s only but a man
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| Although he may be pretty but where are all his lands
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| Salton’s lands are broad and his towers they stand high
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| You must marry with Lord Salton and forget Young Annachie
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| With Annachie Gordon oh I’d beg for my bread
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| Before that I’d marry Salton with gold to my head
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| With gold to my head and with gowns fringed to the knee
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| Oh I’ll die if I don’t get my love Annachie
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| And you that are my parents oh to church you may me bring
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| Ah but unto Lord Salton Oh I’ll never bear a son
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| A son or a daughter oh I’ll never bow my knee
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| Oh, I’ll die if I don’t get my love Annachie
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| When Jeanie was married and from church she was brought home
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| And 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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| Oh she’s gone to a chamber and she’s crying all alone
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| Come to bed now Jeanie, oh my honey and my sweet
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| For to style you my mistress it would not be meet
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| Oh it’s mistress or Jeanie it’s all the same to me
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| For it’s in your bed Lord Salton I never shall be
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| And up and spoke her father and he’s spoken with renown
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| All you who are her maidens won’t you loosen off her gown
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| But she fell down in a swoon, so low down by their knees
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| Saying Look on for I’m dying for my love Annachie
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| The day that Jeanie married was the day that Jeanie died
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| That’s the day that young Annachie come rolling from the tide
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| And Down came her maidens and they’re wringing of their hands
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| Saying woe to you Annachie for staying from the sands
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| So long from the land and so long upon the flood
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| Oh they’ve married your Jeanie and now she is dead
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| All you that are her maidens won’t you take me by the hand
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| Won’t you lead me to the chamber that my love lies in
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| And he’s kissed her cold lips until his heart turned to stone
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| And he’s died in the chamber where his true love lay in |