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<h2> Annan Water </h2>
<p>"Annan Water's wading deep,<br/>
And my love Annie's wondrous bonny;<br/>
I will keep my tryst to-night,<br/>
And win the heart o' lovely Annie."<br/>
<br/>
He's loupen on his bonny grey,<br/>
He rade the right gate and the ready',<br/>
For a' the storm he wadna stay,<br/>
For seeking o' his bonny lady.<br/>
<br/>
And he has ridden o'er field and fell,<br/>
Through muir and moss, and stones and mire;<br/>
His spurs o' steel were sair to bide,<br/>
And frae her four feet flew the fire.<br/>
<br/>
"My bonny grey, noo play your part!<br/>
Gin ye be the steed that wins my dearie,<br/>
Wi' corn and hay ye'se be fed for aye,<br/>
And never spur sail mak' you wearie."<br/>
<br/>
The grey was a mare, and a right gude mare:<br/>
But when she wan the Annan Water,<br/>
She couldna hae found the ford that night<br/>
Had a thousand merks been wadded at her.<br/>
<br/>
"O boatman, boatman, put off your boat,<br/>
Put off your boat for gouden money!"<br/>
But for a' the goud in fair Scotland,<br/>
He dared na tak' him through to Annie.<br/>
<br/>
"O I was sworn sae late yestreen,<br/>
Not by a single aith, but mony.<br/>
I'll cross the drumly stream to-night,<br/>
Or never could I face my honey."<br/>
<br/>
The side was stey, and the bottom deep,<br/>
Frae bank to brae the water pouring;<br/>
The bonny grey mare she swat for fear,<br/>
For she heard the water-kelpy roaring.<br/>
<br/>
He spurred her forth into the flood,<br/>
I wot she swam both strong and steady;<br/>
But the stream was broad, her strength did fail,<br/>
And he never saw his bonny lady.<br/>
<br/>
O wae betide the frush saugh wand!<br/>
And wae betide the bush of brier!<br/>
That bent and brake into his hand,<br/>
When strength of man and horse did tire.<br/>
<br/>
And wae betide ye, Annan Water!<br/>
This night ye are a drumly river;<br/>
But over thee we'll build a brig,<br/>
That ye nae mair true love may sever.<br/></p>
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