Maxwelton's braes are bonnie Where early fa's the dew, And it's there that Annie Laurie Gie'd me her promise true; Gie'd me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot will be; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doune and dee. Her brow is like the snaw drift; Her throat is like the 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'd lay me doune and dee. Like dew on the gowan lying Is the fa' o' her fairy feet; And like the 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'd lay me doune and dee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER'S LOVE by THOMAS BURBIDGE WHAT OF THE DARKNESS?; TO THE HAPPY DEAD PEOPLE by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE ANNABEL LEE by EDGAR ALLAN POE NORTHBOUN' by LUCY ARIEL WILLIAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 9. TO CURIO by MARK AKENSIDE THE GOLDEN YEAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by RICHARD BARNFIELD |