Maxwelton's hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
And 'twas there that Annie Laurie
Gived me her promise true.
Gived me her promise true
Which ne'er forgot shall be
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and die.

Her brow is like the snow drift,
Her throat is like the swan,
Her face, it is the fairest
That e'er the sun...