Sweet Annie Frae The Sea-Beach Came. A GIEE By Burn

 

Sweet Annie Frae The Sea-Beach Came.

A GIEE

Sweet Annie frae the sea-beach came,
⁠Where Jocky speeled the vessel's side.
Ah! wha can keep their heart at hame,
⁠When Jocky's tossed abune the tide!
Far aff to distant lands he gangs;
⁠Yet I'll be true, as he has been:
And when ilk lass about him thrangs,
⁠He'll think on Annie, his faithfu' ain!

I met our wealthy laird yestreen
⁠Wi' gowd in hand he tempted me
He praised my brow, my rolling een,
⁠And made a brag o' what he'd gi'e.
What though my Jocky's far awa',
⁠Tossed up and down the awsome main,
I'll keep my heart another day,
⁠Since Jocky may return again.

Nae mair, false Jamie, sing nae mair,
⁠And fairly cast your pipe away;
My Jocky wad be troubled sair,
⁠To see his friend his love betray.
For a' your songs and verse are vain,
⁠While Jocky's notes do faithful flow.
My heart to him shall true remain:
⁠I'll keep it for my constant jo.

Blaw saft, ye gales, round Jocky's head,
⁠And gar your waves be calm and still!
His hameward sail with breezes speed,
⁠And dinna a' my pleasure spill.
What though my Jocky's far away;
⁠Yet he will braw in siller shine;
I'll keep my heart another day,
⁠Since Jocky may again be mine. Sweet Annie frae the sea-beach came,
⁠Where Jocky speeled the vessel's side.
Ah! wha can keep their heart at hame,
⁠When Jocky's tossed abune the tide!
Far aff to distant lands he gangs;
⁠Yet I'll be true, as he has been:
And when ilk lass about him thrangs,
⁠He'll think on Annie, his faithfu' ain!

I met our wealthy laird yestreen
⁠Wi' gowd in hand he tempted me
He praised my brow, my rolling een,
⁠And made a brag o' what he'd gi'e.
What though my Jocky's far awa',
⁠Tossed up and down the awsome main,
I'll keep my heart another day,
⁠Since Jocky may return again.

Nae mair, false Jamie, sing nae mair,
⁠And fairly cast your pipe away;
My Jocky wad be troubled sair,
⁠To see his friend his love betray.
For a' your songs and verse are vain,
⁠While Jocky's notes do faithful flow.
My heart to him shall true remain:
⁠I'll keep it for my constant jo.

Blaw saft, ye gales, round Jocky's head,
⁠And gar your waves be calm and still!
His hameward sail with breezes speed,
⁠And dinna a' my pleasure spill.
What though my Jocky's far away;
⁠Yet he will braw in siller shine;
I'll keep my heart another day,
⁠Since Jocky may again be mine.

By Burn