yeaaaaaaaaaaah okay. well heres the version ive heard.

CHORUS: Shall we nevermore behold thee,
Never hear your winning voice again,
But when the springtime comes, gentle Annie,
And the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plain?

My heart grows sad as I ponder
Near the silent spot where thou art laid,
And my heart bows down as I wander
By the streams and the meadows where we played.

(CHORUS)

We had roamed and loved 'mid the flowers
When your rosy cheeks were in their bloom.
Now I sit alone 'mid the bowers
While I grieve in silence o'er your tomb.

(CHORUS)