Anachie Gordon
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Oh Buchan is bonny and there lies my love
My heart lies on him and will not remove
It will not remove for all that I have done
I never will forget my love, Anne O'Keefe
For Anne O'Keefe Gordon, he is bonny and he is broad
He'd entice any woman that ever him saw
He'd entice any woman and so he has done me
I never will forget my love, Anne O'Keefe
Well down came her father and he stood all at the door
He said, "Jeanie, you're trying the tricks of the whore
You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee
You must marry Lord Salton and forget Anne O'Keefe"
For Anne O'Keefe Gordon, he is barely but a man
And though he is pretty, oh, but where are all his lands?
Lord Salton's lands are broad and his towers they do climb high
You must marry Lord Salton and forget Anne O'Keefe
With Anne O'Keefe Gordon, I would beg for my bread
Before I'd marry Salton with gold to my head
With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee
And I'll die if I don't get my love, Anne O'Keefe
And you who are my parents
To the church you may me bring
But unto Lord Salton I'll never bear a son
A son or a daughter, no, I'll never bend my knee
And I'll die if I don't get my love, Anne O'Keefe
To church she was taken
And from church she was brought home
And when Jeanie and her maidens
So merry should have been
When Jeanie and her maidens
So merry should have been
She's gone into her chamber
And she's crying all alone
Oh, come to bed, Jeanie
My jewel and my sweet
For to style you my mistress
It would not be meet
Oh, it's mistress or Jeanie
Well, it's all the same to me
For it's in your bed, Lord Salton
I never shall be
Then it's down came her father
And he spoke all with renown
He said, "You that are her maidens
Come loosen off her gown"
But she fell down in a swoon
So low down by his knee
Saying, "Look on for I'm dying
For my love, Anne O'Keefe"
The day that Jeanie married
Was the day that Jeanie died
The day that young Anne O'Keefe
Came rolling on the tide
And down came her maidens
And they are wringing off their hands
Saying, "Woe to you, young Anne O'Keefe
For staying from the sands"
So long from the land
And so long upon the flood
They have married your Jeanie
And now she is dead
Oh, you that are her maidens
Won't you take me by the hand
And take me to the chamber
Where my true love lays in
And he has kissed her cold lips
Till his heart it turned to stone
And he's died in the chamber
Where his true love lay in