Ewan MacColl — Bonnie Annie

There was a rich merchant who lived in Strathdinnar And he had ae dochter who'se name it was Annie There was a rich merchant who cam' frae Dunbarton And he's got this bonnie lassie big, big wi' vairn Ye'll tak' ship wi' me and ye'll be my honey Whatmore can a woman do than I can do for ye? O, captain, tak gold, O captain tak' money And sail to dry land for the sake of my honey How can I tak' gold, how can I tak’ money? There's fey folk on my ship, she winna sail for me Tak' me by the fingers and lift me up heely And throw me ower board, and hae nae pity on mе He's ta'en her by thе fingers and did lift her up Heely And thrown her ower board, she was his ain dearie Her goon it was wide and her petticoat narrow And she swam afore them till they came to Yarrow His love she was there when they ca'd to dry land And her lying deid on the saut sea strand The baby was born and lying at her feet For the loss o' his bonnie love, sore did he weep He's caused mk' a kist o' the gowd sae yellow And they a' three sleep i' the braes o' yarrow