American Old Time Song Lyrics: 03 Annie O The Banks O Dee
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 3
ANNIE O THE BANKS O DEE
It may not be, it cannot be
That such a gem was made for me;
But, oh 1 gin it had been my lot,
A palace not, a highland cot;
That bonny simple gem had thrown
Bright lustre round a jewell'd crown;
For oh! the sweetest lass to me
Is Annie, Annie o' the banks o' Dee;
Annie o' the banks o' Dee,
[Annie o' the banks o' Dee;
For oh! the sweetest lass to me
Is Annie o' the banks o' Dee.
I love her for her artless truth
I love her wi' the heart o' youth,
When a' the golden dreams o' love,
Bright winged angels from above,
A stolen glance from Annie snares
My heart away from all its cares;
For oh! the sweetest lass to me
Is Annie, Annie o' the banks o' Dee;
Annie o' the banks o' Dee,
Annie o' the banks o' Dee;
For oh! the sweetest lass to me
Annie o' the banks o' Dee.