|
Celtic Lyrics Corner > Artists & Groups > Mary Black > Mary Black > Anachie Gordon
|
Lyrics:
Harking is bonnie, and there lives my love
My heart lies on him and will not remove
It will not remove, oh for all that I have done
Oh I never will forget me love, Anachie
For Anachie Gordon, he's bonnie and he's rough
He'd entice any woman that ever he saw
He'd entice any woman and so he has done me
Oh I never will forget me love, Anachie
Down came her father and he's standing by the door
Saying, "Jeannie, you're trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee
You must marry Lord Sulton and leave Anachie
For Anachie Gordon, he's barely but a man
Although he may be pretty, but where are his lands?
Oh the Sulton's lands are broad, and his towers they run high
You must marry Lord Sulton and leave Anachie"
With Anachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread
And before I'll marry Sulton, it's gold to my head
With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee
And I'll die if I don't get me love, Anachie
And you, that are my parents, to church you may me bring
But unto Lord Sulton I'll never bear a son
To a son or a daughter, I'll never bow my knee
And I'll die if I don't get me love, Anachie
Jeannie was married and from church she was brought home
And when she and her maidens so merry should have been
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
She went into her chamber, she cries all alone
Come to bed now, Jeannie, me honey and my sweet
For to style you my mistress, it would be so sweet
Be it mistress or Jeannie, it's all the same to me
But in your bed, Lord Sulton, I never will lie
And down came her father, and he's spoken with reknown
Saying, "You, that are her maidens, go loosen off her gowns"
But she fell down to the floor so close down by his knee
Saying, "Father, look, I'm dying for me love, Anachie"
The day that Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died
And the day that young Anachie came home on the tide
And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands
Saying, "Oh it's been so long, you've spent so long on the sands
Oh so long on the sands, so long on the flood
They have married your Jeannie, and now she lies dead"
You, that are her maidens, go take me by the hand
And take me to the chamber that me love, she lies in
And he's kissed her cold lips 'til his heart has turned to stone
And he's died in the chamber that his love, she lies in
