album: Parallel Dreams (1989)
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Harking is bonny and there lives my love 
My heart lies on him and cannot remove 
It cannot remove for all that I have done 
And I never will forget my love Annachie 
For Annachie Gordon he's bonny and he's bright 
He'd entice any woman that e'er he saw 
He'd entice any woman and so he has done me 
And I never will forget my love Annachie. 

Down came her father and he's standing at the door 
Saying Jeannie you are trying the tricks of a whore 
You care nothing for a man who cares so much for thee 
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie 
For Annachie Gordon is barely but a man 
Although he may be pretty but where are his lands 
The Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they run high 
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie. 

With Annachie Gordon I beg for my bread 
And before I marry Sultan his gold to my head 
With gold to my head and straight down to my knees 
And I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie 
And you who are my parents to church you may me bring 
But unto Lord Sultan I'll never bear a son 
To a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee 
And I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie. 

Jeannie was married and from church was brought home 
When she and her maidens so merry should have been 
When she and her maidens so merry should have been 
She goes into her chamber and cries all alone. 

Come to my bed my Jeannie my honey and my sweet 
To stile you my mistress it would be so sweet 
Be it mistress or Jeanne it's all the same to me 
But in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lie 
And down came her father and he's spoken with reknown 
Saying you who are her maidens 
Go loosen up her gowns 
And she fell down to the floor 
And straight down to her knee saying 
Father look I'm dying for my love Annachie. 

The day that Jeanne married was the day that Jeannie died 
And the day that young Annachie came home on the tide 
And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands 
Saying oh it's been so long, you've been so long on the sands 
So long on the sands, so long on the flood 
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead. 

You who are her maidens come take me by the hand 
And lead me to the chamber where my love she lies in 
And he kissed her cold lips till his heart it turned to stone 
And he died in the chamber where his love she lies in..

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