Annie Laurie

Maxwelton braes are bonnie

Where early fa's the dew,

And it's there that Annie Laurie

Gie'd me her promise true—

Gie'd me her promise true,

Which ne'er forgot will be;

And for bonnie Annie Laurie

I'd lay me doune and dee.

Her brow is like the snawdrift,

Her throat 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 me doune and dee.

Like dew on the gowan lying

Is the fa' o' her fairy feet;

Like the 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 doune and dee.