Annachie Gordon - The Unthanks

Buchan it's bonny and there lives my love

My heart it lies on him and it will not remove

It will not remove for all that I've done

Never will I forget my love Annachie

For Annachie Gordon he's bonny and he's braw

He'd entice any woman that ever him saw

He'd entice any woman and so he has done me

Never will I forget my love Annachie

Down came her father standing on the floor

Saying Jeanie you're trying the tricks of a whore

You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee

You must marry Lord Salton and forget young Annachie

For Annachie Gordon he's only but a man

And although he may be pretty but where are all his lands

Saltons lands are broad and his towers they stand high

You must marry Lord Salton and forget young Annachie

With Annachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread

Before I'd marry Salton with gold to my head

With gold to my head and with gowns fringed to the knee

Oh I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie

And you that are my parents to the church you may me bring

Oh but unto Lord Salton I will never bear a son

Oh a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee

I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie

When Jeanie was married from the church she was brought home

She and her maidens so merry should have been

When she and her maidens so merry should have been

She's gone to her chamber and she's crying all alone

Come to bed now Jeanie my honey and my sweet

For to style you my mistress it would not be meet

Oh it's mistress or Jeanie it's all the same to me

For it's in your bed Salton I never shall be

Up and spoke her father and he's spoken with renown

All of you that are her maidens won't you loosen off her gown

But she fell down in a swoon so low down by their knees

Saying look on for I'm dying for my love Annachie

The day that Jeanie married was the day that Jeanie died

That's the day young Annachie comes rolling from the tide

Down came her maidens and they're wringing of their hands

Saying woe to you Annachie for staying from the sands

So long from the sands and so long upon the flood

They've married your Jeanie and now she is dead

All you that are her maidens won't you take me by the hand

Won't you lead me to the chamber where my true love lies

And he's kissed her cold lips until his heart turned to stone

And he's died in the chamber where his true love lay