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...A WAR SONG TO ENGLISHMEN by WILLIAM BLAKE EPITAPH ON THOMAS CLERE, SURREY'S FAITHFUL FRIEND AND FOLLOWER by HENRY HOWARD THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN' by RUDYARD KIPLING IRELAND; A SEASIDE PORTRAIT by JOHN JAMES PIATT SONNET: 60 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FOREIGN CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |