Annan Water
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Trad. Tune [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joj4BqEfhis here] | |||
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Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep | Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep | ||
And my love Ann is wondrous comely | And my love Ann is wondrous comely | ||
And woe that she should wet her feet | And woe that she should wet her feet | ||
Because I love her best of any. | Because I love her best of any. | ||
Go saddle for me the bonny grey mare | Go saddle for me the bonny grey mare | ||
Go saddle her and make her ready. | Go saddle her and make her ready. | ||
For I must cross the stream tonight, | For I must cross the stream tonight, | ||
Or never more I'll see my lady. | Or never more I'll see my lady. | ||
He's ridden over field and fen. | He's ridden over field and fen. | ||
O'er moor and moss and many's the mire, | O'er moor and moss and many's the mire, | ||
But the spurs of steel were sore to bite. | But the spurs of steel were sore to bite. | ||
Sparks from the mare's hoofs flew like fire. | Sparks from the mare's hoofs flew like fire. | ||
The mare flew over moor and moss, | The mare flew over moor and moss, | ||
And when she's reached the Annan Water | And when she's reached the Annan Water | ||
She couldn't have ridden a furlong more | She couldn't have ridden a furlong more | ||
Had a thousand whips been laid upon her. | Had a thousand whips been laid upon her. | ||
'''Chorus''' | |||
Chorus | |||
And woe betide you Annan Waters | And woe betide you Annan Waters | ||
By night you are a gloomy river, | By night you are a gloomy river, | ||
And over you I'll build a bridge | And over you I'll build a bridge | ||
That never more true love can sever. | That never more true love can sever. | ||
Oh Boatman put off your boat, | Oh Boatman put off your boat, | ||
Put off your boat for gold and money. | Put off your boat for gold and money. | ||
For I must cross the stream tonight, | For I must cross the stream tonight, | ||
Or never more I'll see my lady | Or never more I'll see my lady | ||
Oh the sides are steep, the waters deep. | Oh the sides are steep, the waters deep. | ||
From bank to brae the water's pouring | From bank to brae the water's pouring | ||
And the bonny grey mare she sweats for fear. | And the bonny grey mare she sweats for fear. | ||
She stands to hear the water roaring | She stands to hear the water roaring | ||
And he has tried to swim the stream, | And he has tried to swim the stream, | ||
And he swam on both strong and steady, | And he swam on both strong and steady, | ||
But the river was deep and strength did fail, | But the river was deep and strength did fail, | ||
And never more he'll see his lady. | And never more he'll see his lady. | ||
Oh woe betide the willow wand, | Oh woe betide the willow wand, | ||
And woe betide the bush and briar, | And woe betide the bush and briar, | ||
For you broke beneath my true love's hand | For you broke beneath my true love's hand | ||
When strength did fail and limbs did tire | When strength did fail and limbs did tire | ||
(Chorus) | (Chorus) | ||
[[Category:Dawn Music]] | [[Category:Dawn Music]] | ||
[[Category:Dawn]] | [[Category:Dawn]] | ||
[[Category:Music]] | [[Category:Music]] | ||
Revision as of 14:19, 31 July 2012
Trad. Tune here
<song> Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep And my love Ann is wondrous comely And woe that she should wet her feet Because I love her best of any. Go saddle for me the bonny grey mare Go saddle her and make her ready. For I must cross the stream tonight, Or never more I'll see my lady.
He's ridden over field and fen. O'er moor and moss and many's the mire, But the spurs of steel were sore to bite. Sparks from the mare's hoofs flew like fire. The mare flew over moor and moss, And when she's reached the Annan Water She couldn't have ridden a furlong more Had a thousand whips been laid upon her.
Chorus And woe betide you Annan Waters By night you are a gloomy river, And over you I'll build a bridge That never more true love can sever.
Oh Boatman put off your boat, Put off your boat for gold and money. For I must cross the stream tonight, Or never more I'll see my lady Oh the sides are steep, the waters deep. From bank to brae the water's pouring And the bonny grey mare she sweats for fear. She stands to hear the water roaring
And he has tried to swim the stream, And he swam on both strong and steady, But the river was deep and strength did fail, And never more he'll see his lady. Oh woe betide the willow wand, And woe betide the bush and briar, For you broke beneath my true love's hand When strength did fail and limbs did tire
(Chorus)