John Wesley Harding - Annachie Gordon текст песни

Buchan, its bonny, oh and there lives my love

My heart it lies on him, it will not remove

It will not remove for all that I have done

Oh never will I forget my love annachie

For annachie gordon, oh hes bonny and hes braw

Hed entice any woman that ever him saw

Hed entice any woman and so he has done me

Oh never will I forget my love annachie

Down came her father, standing on the floor

Saying jeanie youre trying the tricks of a whore

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

You must marry with lord salton and leave young annachie

For annachie gordon hes only but a man

Although he may be pretty but where are all his lands

Saltons lands are broad and his towers they stand high

You must marry with lord salton and forget young annachie

With annachie gordon oh Id beg for my bread

Before that Id marry salton with gold to my head

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

Oh Ill die if I dont get my love annachie

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

Ah but unto lord salton oh Ill never bear a son

A son or a daughter oh Ill never bow my knee

Oh, Ill die if I dont get my love annachie

When jeanie was married and from church she was brought home

And she and her maidens so merry should have been

When she and her maidens so merry should have been

Oh shes gone to a chamber and shes crying all alone

Come to bed now jeanie, oh my honey and my sweet

For to style you my mistress it would not be meet

Oh its mistress or jeanie its all the same to me

For its in your bed lord salton I never shall be

And up and spoke her father and hes spoken with renown

All you who are her maidens wont you loosen off her gown

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

Saying look on for Im dying for my love annachie

The day that jeanie married was the day that jeanie died

Thats the day that young annachie come rolling from the tide

And down came her maidens and theyre wringing of their hands

Saying woe to you annachie for staying from the sands

So long from the land and so long upon the flood

Oh theyve married your jeanie and now she is dead

All you that are her maidens wont you take me by the hand

Wont you lead me to the chamber that my love lies in

And hes kissed her cold lips until his heart turned to stone

And hes died in the chamber where his true love lay in