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| MAXWELTON braes are bonnie, | |
| Where early fa’s the dew, | |
| And it ’s there that Annie Laurie | |
| Gie’d me her promise true,— | |
| Gie’d me her promise true, | 5 |
| Which ne’er forgot will be; | |
| And for bonnie Annie Laurie | |
| I ’d lay me doune and dee. | |
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| Her brow is like the snaw-drift; | |
| Her throat is like the swan; | 10 |
| Her face it is the fairest | |
| That e’er the sun shone on,— | |
| That e’er the sun shone on,— | |
| And dark blue is her ee; | |
| And for bonnie Annie Laurie | 15 |
| I ’d lay me doune and dee. | |
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| Like dew on the gowan lying | |
| Is the fa’ o’ her fairy feet; | |
| And like the winds in summer sighing, | |
| Her voice is low and sweet,— | 20 |
| Her voice is low and sweet,— | |
| And she ’s a’ the world to me; | |
| And for bonnie Annie Laurie | |
| I ’d lay me doune and dee. | |
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