Текст Loreena McKennitt – Annachie Gordon

Harking is bonny and there lives my love
My love lies on him and cannot remove
It cannot remove for all that I have done
And I never will forget my love Annachie

Down came her father, he’s standing at the door
Saying Jeannie you are 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 Annachie
For Annachie Gordon, he’s barely but a man
Although he may be pretty but where are his lands
For the Sultan’s lands are broad and his towers they run high
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie.

With Annachie Gordon I beg for my bread
Before I marry Sultan his gold to my head
With gold to my head and straight down to my knee
And I’ll die if I don’t get my love Annachie
And you who are my parents to church you may me bring
But unto Lord Sultan 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 my love Annachie.

Jeannie was married and from church was brought home
When she and her maidens all merry should have been
When she and her maidens all merry should have been
She goes into her chamber and cries all alone.

Come to bed my Jeannie my honey and my sweet
To stile you my mistress it would be so sweet

The day that Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died
And the day that young Annachie came home on the tide
And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands
Saying oh you’ve been so long, you’ve been so long on the sands
So long on the sands, so long upon the floods
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.

You who are her maidens come take me by the hand
And lead me to the chamber where my love she lies in
And he kissed her cold lips till his heart it turned to stone
And he died in the chamber that his love she lies in.