Maxwellton braes are bonnie,
where early fall the dew.
And it's there that Annie Laurie
gi'ed me her promise true.
Gi'ed me her promise true,
which never forget will be.
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me down and die.
Her brow is like the snow drift,
her neck is like the swan.
Her face it is the fairest,
that ever the sun shine on.
That ever the sun shine on
and dark blue is here eye.
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I'd lay me down and d