There was a rich lord, and he lived in Forfar,

He had a fair lady, and one only dochter.

O she was fair, O dear, she was bonny,

A ship's captain courted her to be his honey.

There came a ship's captain out ower the sea sailing,

He courted this young thing till he got her wi' bairn: —

"Ye'll steal your father's gowd, and your mother's money,

And I'll mak ye a lady in Ireland bonny."

She's stown her father's gowd and her mother's money,

But she was never a lady in Ireland bonny.

"There's fey folk in our ship, she winna sail for me,

There's fey folk in our ship, she winna sail for me."

They've casten black bullets twice six and forty,

And ae the black bullet fell on bonny Annie.

"Ye'll tak me in your arms twa, lo, lift me canny,

Throw me out ower board, your ain dear Annie."

He has ta'en her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her canny,

He has laid her on a bed of down, his ain dear Annie.

"What can a woman do, love, I'll do for ye;"

"Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me.—

Lay about, steer about, lay our ship canny,

Do all you can to save my dear Annie."

"I've laid about, steer'd about, laid about canny,

But all I can do, she winna sail for me.

Ye'll tak her in your arms twa, lo, lift her canny,

And throw her out ower board, your ain dear Annie."

He has ta'en her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her canny,

He has thrown her out ower board, his ain dear Annie:

As the ship sailed, bonny Annie she swam,

And she was at Ireland as soon as them.

(fey, doomed. canny, carefully.)

He made his love a coffin of the gowd sae yellow,

And buried his bonny love doun in a sea valley.