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ANNIE LAURIE.
Key of .a flat.
Maxwelton's braes are bonnie,
Where early falls the dew, And it's there that Annie Laurie
Gave me her promise true-Gave me her promise true,
Which ne'er forgot will be; And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I 'd lay me down and dee.
Her brow is like the snow-drift,
Her throat is like the swan, And 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 the gowan lying,
Is the fall of her fairy feet; And like winds in summer sighing,
Her voice is low and sweet. Her voice is low and sweet,
She 's all the world to me, And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I 'd lay me down and dee. |
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