Annie Laurie

Max wellton braes are bonnie,
Where early fas the dew,
And it's there that Annie Laurie
Gave me her promise true.
Gave me her promise true.
Which ne'er forgot will be.
And for bonnie Annie Laurie.
I'd lay me down and die.

Her braw is like the snow drift.
Her throat is like the swan,
Her face is the fairest,
That ever the sun shone on.
That ever the sun shone on.
And dark blue eyes,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I'd lay me down and die.

Like dew on the goaman 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 is the world to me.
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I'd lay me down and die'