Many long year has now passed by
Since two lovers in Harray did dwell
Who might have joined the nuptial tie
But for the foul crime that befell
Her father was a proud old man
A haughty spirit he also had
Never reared I my daughter Ann
To be the wife of a ploughboy lad
Oh father, dear father, speak not so bold
For these words are like to kill me
What care I for pearls and gold?
All I want is my ain’ dear Willie
One night as Will to Annie went
A dark and dreary night was it
Her fathеr out on evil bent
Right in the teeth did Williе meet
When Annie heard the dreadful tale
She went in such a frantic state
Leapt o’er the Hamars o’ Syradale
Thus desperately did end her fate
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