Nic Jones - Annan Waters Chords

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Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep
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And my love Annie's wondrous bonny
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I'm loath that she should wet her feet
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Because I love her best of any.

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Go saddle to me the bonny grey mare
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Go saddle her soon and make her ready
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For I must cross that stream tonight
    C                    D
And all to see my bonnie lady.

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And he has ridden o'er field and fell
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O'er moor and moss and many a mire
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His spurs of steel were sore to bide
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And from the mare's feet flew the fire.

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The mare flew on o'er moor and mire
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But when she'd wan the Annan Water
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She couldn't have ridden a furlong more
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Had a thousand whips been laid upon her.

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Oh boatman come put off your boat
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Put off your boat for golden money
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For I must cross that stream tonight
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Or never more I'll see my Annie.

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Oh I was sworn late yestreen
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And not by one oath but by many
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And for all the gold in fair Scotland
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I dare not take ye to your Annie.

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The sides are steep the waters deep
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From bank to brae the water pouring
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And your bonny grey mare she sweats for fear
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She stands to hear the water roaring.

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And he has tried to swim that stream
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And he swam on both strong and steady
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But the river was broad and strength did fail
       C                   D
And he never saw his bonny lady.

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Oh woe betide the willow wand
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And woe betide the bush of brier
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For it broke beneath her true love's hand
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When strength did fail and limbs did tire.

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And woe betide you Annan Water
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This night you are a gloomy river
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And over you I'll build a bridge
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That never more true love may sever.