Traditional: Annie Laurie

Maxwelton braes are bonnie

Where early falls the dew

And it was there that Annie Laurie

Gave me her promise true

Gave me her promise true

Which never forgot will be

And for bonnie Annie Laurie

I would lay me down and die

Her brow is like the snow drift

Her throat is like the swans

Her face it is the fairest

That ever the sun shone on

That ever the sun shone on

And dark blue is her eye

And for bonnie Annie Laurie

I would lay me down and die

Like dew on the gowan lying

Is the fall of her fairy feet

And like the 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 die