Anachie Gordon

(álbum: Mary Black - 1983)

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 my 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 my 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 Sultan and leave Anachie
For Anachie Gorden, he's barely but a man
Although he may be pretty but where are his lands?
Oh, the Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they run high
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Anachie

With Anachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread
And before I'll marry Sultan 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 chambers she cried all alone

Come to bed now Jeannie, me honey and me 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 Sultan I never will lie
And down came her father and he's spoken with renown
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 till his heart has turned to stone
And he's died in the chamber that his love she lies in