Maxwelton's braes are bonnie,
Where early falls the dew,
Twas there that Annie Laurie
Gi'ed me her promise true.
Gi'ed me her promise true,
Which ne'er forgot will be,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doon and dee.
Her brow is like the snaw-drift,
Her neck is like the swan,
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 e'e,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and dee.
Like dew on gowans lying,
Is the fall o' her fairy feet,
And like winds, in summer sighing,
Her voice is low and sweet.
Her voice is low and sweet,
And she's all the world to me
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doon and dee.
Scotland (text based on a poem by William Douglas), arr. Ruairi Bowen