Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep

And my love Annie's wondrous bonny

I'm loathed that she should wet her feet

Because I love her best of any

Go saddle to me my bonny grey mare

Go saddle her soon and make her ready

For I must cross that river tonight

And all to see my bonny lady



And woe betide you Annan Water

At night you are a gloomy river

And over you I'll build a bridge

That never more true love may sever



He has ridden over field and fell

On moor and moss and many a mile

His spurs of steel were sore to bite

And from the mare's feet flew the fire

The mare flew over moss and moor

And when she'd won the Annan Water

She couldn't have ridden a furlong more

Had a thousand whips been laid upon her



And woe betide you Annan Water

At night you are a gloomy river

And over you I'll build a bridge

That never more true love may sever



Oh boatman come put up your boat

Put up your boat for gold and money

For I must cross that stream tonight

Or never more I'll see my Annie

The sides are steep, the waters deep

From bank to brae the waters pouring

And your bonny grey mare she sweats for fear

She stands to hear the waters roaring



And woe betide you Annan Water

At night you are a gloomy river

And over you I'll build a bridge

That never more true love may sever



And he has tried to swim that stream

And he swam on both strong and steady

But the river was broad and strength did fail

And he never saw his bonny lady

Oh woe betide the willow wand

And woe betide the bush of briar

For it broke beneath the true lover's hand

When strength did fail and limbs did tire



And woe