Buchan, it's bonny, oh and there lives my love   My heart it lies on him, it will not remove   It will not remove for all that I have done   Oh never will I forget my love annachie   For annachie gordon, oh he's bonny and he's braw   He'd entice any woman that ever him saw   He'd entice any woman and so he has done me   Oh never will I forget my love annachie      Down came her father, standing on the floor   Saying jeanie you're trying the tricks of a whore   You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee   You must marry with lord salton and leave young annachie   For annachie gordon he's only but a man   Although he may be pretty but where are all his lands   Salton's lands are broad and his towers they stand high   You must marry with lord salton and forget young annachie      With annachie gordon oh I'd beg for my bread   Before that I'd marry salton with gold to my head   With gold to my head and with gowns fringed to the knee   Oh I'll die if I don't get my love annachie   And you that are my parents oh to church you may me bring   Ah but unto lord salton oh I'll never bear a son   A son or a daughter oh I'll never bow my knee   Oh, I'll die if I don't get my love annachie      When jeanie was married and from church she was brought home   And she and her maidens so merry should have been   When she and her maidens so merry should have been   Oh she's gone to a chamber and she's crying all alone      Come to bed now jeanie, oh my honey and my sweet   For to style you my mistress it would not be meet   Oh it's mistress or jeanie it's all the same to me   For it's in your bed lord salton I never shall be   And up and spoke her father and he's spoken with renown   All you who are her maidens won't you loosen off her gown   But she fell down in a swoon, so low down by their knees   Saying look on for I'm dying for my love annachie      The day that jeanie married was the day that jeanie died   That's the day that young annachie come rolling from the tide   And down came her maidens and they're wringing of their hands   Saying woe to you annachie for staying from the sands   So long from the land and so long upon the flood   Oh they've married your jeanie and now she is dead      All you that are her maidens won't you take me by the hand   Won't you lead me to the chamber that my love lies in   And he's kissed her cold lips until his heart turned to stone   And he's died in the chamber where his true love lay in