Annan Water

Oh Annan Water’s wading deep
And my love Annie’s wondrous bonny;
I loathe that she should wet her feet,
Because I love her best of any.”
Go saddle for me my bonny grey mare,
Go saddle her fast and make her ready;
For I must cross that river tonight’
And all to see my bonnie lady.

Oh Annan Water woe betide
This night ye are a gloomy river;
But over thee we’ll build a bridge,
That ye never more true love will sever.

And he has ridden o’er field and fell,
Through moor and moss, and stone and mire;
His spurs o’ steel were sore to bide,
And from her four feet flew the fire.
The mare flew over moor and moss
And when she’d won the Annan Water
She couldn ‘ave a furlong more
Had a 1000 whips been laid upon her

Oh Annan Water woe betide
This night ye are a gloomy river;
But over thee we’ll build a bridge,
That ye never more true love will sever.

Oh boatmen come put off your boat, 
Put off your boat for golden money!”
For I must cross that stream tonight 
Or never more I’ll see my honey.
The side are steep and the river deep, 
From bank to brae the water pouring;
The bonny grey mare she sweats for fear,
As she hears the water demons roaring 

Oh Annan Water woe betide
This night ye are a gloomy river;
But over thee we’ll build a bridge,
That ye never more true love will sever.
And he has tried to swim that stream
And he has swum both strong and steady
But the stream was broad,  strength did fail,
And he never saw his bonny lady.

Oh woe betide the willow wand! 
And wae betide the bush o’ brier!
That bent and broke into his hand, 
When strength did fail and limbs did tire.

Oh Annan Water woe betide
This night ye are a gloomy river;
But over thee we’ll build a bridge,
That ye never more true love will sever

 

 

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