she and her maidens so merry should have been. When she and her maidens so merry should have been Oh, she's gone to a chamber and she's crying all alone. "Come to bed now Jeanie, oh my honey and my sweet, For to style you my mistress it would not be meet." "Oh it's mistress or Jeanie, it's all the same to me, For it's in your bed, Lord Saltoun, I never shall be." And up and spoke her father and he's spoken with renown, "All you who are her maidens won't you loosen off her gown." But she fell down in a swoon, so low down by their knees, Saying, "Look on, for I'm dying for my love Annachie." The day that Jeanie married was the day that Jeanie died That's the day that young Annachie come rolling from the tide And down came her maidens and they're wringing of their hands, Saying, "Woe to you, Annachie, for staying from the sands. So long from the land and so long upon the flood, Oh they've married your Jeanie and now she is dead." "All you that are her maidens, won't you take me by the hand? Won't you lead me to the chamber that my love lies in?" And he's kissed her cold lips until his heart turned to stone, And he's died in the chamber where his true love lay in. Mary Black Harking is bonnie And there lives my love My heart lies on him And will not remove It will not remove Oh for all that I have done Oh I never will forget my love Anachie For Anachie Gordon He's bonnie and he's rough He'd entice any woman that ever he saw He'd entice any woman and so he has done me Oh I never will forget my love Anachie Down came her father and he's standing by the door Saying Jeannie you're trying the tricks of a whore You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee You must marry lord Sulton and leave Anachie For Anachie Gordon, he's barely but a man Although he may be pretty but where are his lands? Oh the Sulton's lands are broad and his towers they run high You must marry lord Sulton and leave Anachie With Anachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread And before I'll marry Sulton it's gold to my