Maxwelton braes are bonnie
Where early fa’s the dew
And ‘twas there that Annie Laurie,
Gave me her promise true,
Gave me her promise true;
Which ne’er gorgot will be,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I lay me doon and dee,
Her brow is like the snowdrift,
Her throat is like a swan,
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 ee,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I lay me doon and dee.
Like dew on th’ gowan lying
Is th’ fa’ o’ her fairy feet,
And like winds in summer sighing
Her voice is low and sweet,
Her voice is low and sweet,
And she’s a’ the world to me,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I lay me doon and dee.