Annie Laurie

Maxwelton braes are bonnie

Where early fa's the dew,

And it's there that Annie Laurie

Gie'd me her promise true;—

Gie'd me her promise true,

Which ne'er forgot will be:

And for bonnie Annie Laurie

I'd lay me doune and dee.

Her brow is like the snaw-drift;

Her throat is like the swan;

Her face it is the fairest

That e'er the sun shone on;—

That e'er the sun shone on—

And dark-blue is her ee:

And for bonnie Annie Laurie

I'd lay me doune and dee.

Like dew on the gowan lying

Is the fa' o' her fairy feet;

Like the winds in summer sighing,

Her voice is low and sweet;—

Her voice is low and sweet,

And she's a‘ the world to me:

And for bonnie Annie Laurie

I'd lay me doune and dee.

— WILLIAM DOUGLAS of Kirkcudbright.

SOURCE: Edward Cornelius Towne, Editor, Library of the World's Best Literature: Songs, Hymns, Lyrics, Volumne 40, p. 16,366