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ANNIE LAURIE.
Words by Mb. Douglas of Finglano. Key-note O.
Maxwelton braes are bonnie,
Where early fa’s the dew,
And it’s there that Annie Laurie
Gied me her promise true ;
Gied me her promise true,
Which ne’er forgot will be ;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I’d lay me down and dee.
Her brow is like the snaw-drift.
Her neck is like the swan.
Her face it is the fairest
That e'er the sun shone on;
That e’er the sun shone on,
And dark blue is her e’e ;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I’d lay mo down and dee.
Like dew on the gowan lying.
Is the fa’ o’ her fairy feet;
And like winds in summer sighing,
Her voice is low and sweet;
Her voice is low and sweet,
And she’s a’ the world to me,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I’d lay me down and dee.
JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO.
Words by Burns. Key-note G minor.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonnio brow was brent;
But now your brow is bald, John,
Your locks are like the snaw,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither.
And mony a cantie day, John,
We’ve had wi’ ane anither ;
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we’ll go,
And we’ll sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.