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Harking is bonny and there lives my love |
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My heart lies on him and will not remove |
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It will not remove ohh for all that I have done |
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Ohh I never will forget me love Anachie |
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For Anachie Gordon he's bonny and he's rough |
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He'd entice any woman that ever he saw |
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He'd entice any woman and so he has done me |
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O I never will forget me love Anachie |
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Down came her father and he's standing by the door |
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Saying Jeannie your 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 Lord Sultan and leave Anachie |
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For Anachie Gordon he's barely but a man |
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Although he may be pretty but where are his lands |
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O the Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they are high |
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You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Anachie |
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With Anachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread |
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And before I'll marry Sultan it's gold to my head |
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With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee |
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And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie |
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And you that are my parents to church you may me bring |
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But unto Lord Sultan I'll never bear a son |
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To a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee |
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And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie |
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Jeannie was married and from church she was brought home |
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And when 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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She went into her chamber, she cried all alone |
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Come to bed now Jeannie me honey and my sweet |
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For the style you my mistress it would be so sweet |
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Being mistress or Jeannie it's all the same to me |
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But in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lie |
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And down came her father and he's spoken with reknown |
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Saying you that are her maidens go loosen off her gowns |
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But she fell down to the floor so close down by his knee |
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Saying father look I'm dying for me love Anachie |
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The day Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died |
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And the day that young Anachie came home on the tide |
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And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands |
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Saying Lord it's been so long you've spent so long on the sands |
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Ohh so long on the sands, o so long upon the flood |
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They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead. |
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You that are her maidens come take me by the hand |
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And take me to the chamber that me love she lies in |
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And he's kissed her cold lips 'til his heart has turned to stone |
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And he's died in the chamber that his love she lies in. |
