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Lyrics to Annan Waters :
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Trad. Tune [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joj4BqEfhis here] or [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzo7fADr_50&list=PL1A0D17B0CFE7614E here].<br />
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A pdf of the tune and lyrics can be found [http://www.profounddecisions.co.uk/mediawiki-public/images/4/49/Annan_Water.pdf here] but please learn the tune from the YouTube links first - the pdf is a memory aid and not note-perfect.
  
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<song>
 
Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep
 
Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep
 
And my love Ann is wondrous comely
 
And my love Ann is wondrous comely
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Had a thousand whips been laid upon her.
 
Had a thousand whips been laid upon her.
  
Chorus
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'''Chorus'''
 
And woe betide you Annan Waters
 
And woe betide you Annan Waters
 
By night you are a gloomy river,
 
By night you are a gloomy river,
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When strength did fail and limbs did tire
 
When strength did fail and limbs did tire
  
(Chorus)
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'''Chorus'''
That never more true love may sever
 
Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep
 
And my love Ann is wondrous bonnie
 
I'm loathe that she should wet her feet
 
Because I love her best of any.
 
Go saddle for me the bonny grey mare
 
Go saddle her and make her ready.
 
For I must cross the stream tonight,
 
Or never more I'll see my lady.
 
 
 
He's ridden over field and fen.
 
O'er moor and moss and many's the mire,
 
But the spurs of steel were sore to bite.
 
Sparks from the mare's hoofs flew like fire.
 
The mare flew over moor and moss,
 
And when she's reached the Annan Water
 
She couldn't have ridden a furlong more
 
Had a thousand whips been laid upon her.
 
 
 
Chorus
 
 
And woe betide you Annan Waters
 
And woe betide you Annan Waters
 
By night you are a gloomy river,
 
By night you are a gloomy river,
 
And over you I'll build a bridge
 
And over you I'll build a bridge
 
That never more true love can sever.
 
That never more true love can sever.
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Oh Boatman put off your boat,
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Put off your boat for gold and money.
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For I must cross the stream tonight,
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Or never more I'll see my lady
 
Oh the sides are steep, the waters deep.
 
From bank to brae the water's pouring
 
And the bonny grey mare she sweats for fear.
 
She stands to hear the water roaring
 
 
 
And he has tried to swim the stream,
 
And he swam on both strong and steady,
 
But the river was deep and strength did fail,
 
And never more he'll see his lady.
 
Oh woe betide the willow wand,
 
And woe betide the bush and briar,
 
For you broke beneath my true love's hand
 
When strength did fail and limbs did tire
 

Latest revision as of 19:14, 19 August 2013

Trad. Tune here or here.
A pdf of the tune and lyrics can be found here but please learn the tune from the YouTube links first - the pdf is a memory aid and not note-perfect.

Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep And my love Ann is wondrous comely And woe that she should wet her feet Because I love her best of any. Go saddle for me the bonny grey mare Go saddle her and make her ready. For I must cross the stream tonight, Or never more I'll see my lady.

He's ridden over field and fen. O'er moor and moss and many's the mire, But the spurs of steel were sore to bite. Sparks from the mare's hoofs flew like fire. The mare flew over moor and moss, And when she's reached the Annan Water She couldn't have ridden a furlong more Had a thousand whips been laid upon her.

Chorus And woe betide you Annan Waters By night you are a gloomy river, And over you I'll build a bridge That never more true love can sever.

Oh Boatman put off your boat, Put off your boat for gold and money. For I must cross the stream tonight, Or never more I'll see my lady Oh the sides are steep, the waters deep. From bank to brae the water's pouring And the bonny grey mare she sweats for fear. She stands to hear the water roaring

And he has tried to swim the stream, And he swam on both strong and steady, But the river was deep and strength did fail, And never more he'll see his lady. Oh woe betide the willow wand, And woe betide the bush and briar, For you broke beneath my true love's hand When strength did fail and limbs did tire

Chorus And woe betide you Annan Waters By night you are a gloomy river, And over you I'll build a bridge That never more true love can sever.