Maxwellton's braes are bonnie,
Where early falls the dew.
And it's there that Annie Laurie
Gived me her promise true.
Gived 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 snowdrift,
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 eye,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee.
Like dew on the gowan lying
Is the fall of her fairy feet,
And, like winds in summer sighing
Her voice is low and sweet;
her voice is low and sweet,
And she's all the world to me
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee.
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