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Oh, Annan Water's wonderous 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 lover 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 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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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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And woe betide you Annan Water |
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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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That never more true love can sever. |
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That never more true love can sever. |
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That never more true love can sever. |