ANNACHIE GORDON
Nic Jones, In Search of Nic Jones, Mollie Music MMCD01, released 1998, live performances recorded between 1979 and 1982

Buchan it's bonny, there lives my love
My heart it lies on him and it will not remove
Oh, it will not remove for all that I have done
Never will I forget my love Annachie

For Annachie Gordon, he's bonny and he's braw
He'd entice any woman that ever him saw
He'd entice any woman and so he has done me
Never will I forget my love Annachie

Down came her father and he's standing on the floor
And he's saying – Jeanie, you're trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee
You must marry with Lord Salton and you must leave Young Annachie

For Annachie Gordon he's only but a man
And although he may be pretty, ah – but where are all his lands
Salton's lands are broad and his towers they stand high
You must marry with Lord Salton and forget Young Annachie

With Annachie Gordon oh I'll beg for me bread
Before I marry Salton with gold to my head
With gold to my head and with gowns fringed to the knee
Oh I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie

And you that are my parents, oh to church you may me bring
Ah, but unto Lord Salton, oh I'll never bear a son
A son or a daughter, oh I'll never bow my knee
Oh, I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie

When Jeanie was married and from church she was brought home
She and her maidens so merry should have been
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
She's gone to her chamber, she's crying all alone

Come to bed now Jeanie, oh my honey and my sweet
For to style you my mistress would not be meet
Oh it's mistress or Jeanie, it's all the same to me
For it's in your bed Lord Salton I never shall be

And up and spoke her father and he's spoken with renown -
All you that are her maidens won't you loosen off her gown
She fell down in a swoon, oh, 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 a-rolling from the tide
And down came the maidens and they're wringing of their hands
Saying - Woe to you Annachie for staying from the land
So long from the sands 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
He's died in the chamber where his true love was in