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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.

Annan Water

Mary Halliday

By Allan Cunningham (1784–1842)

BONNIE Mary Halliday,

Turn again, I call you;

If you leave your father’s ha’

Sorrow will befall you;

The cushat, hark, a tale of woe

Is to its true love telling,

And Annan stream in drowning wrath

Is through the greenwood swelling.

Gentle Mary Halliday,

Born to be a lady,

Upon the Annan’s woody side

Thy saddled steed stands ready;

For thy haughty kinsman’s threats

Will thy true faith falter?

The bridal banquet ’s ready made,

The priest stands by the altar.

Bonnie Mary Halliday,

Turn again, I tell you;

For wit and grace and loveliness,

What maiden can excel you?

Though Annan has its beauteous dames,

And Corrie mony a fair one,

We canna spare thee frae our sight,

Thou lovely and thou rare one.

Gentle Mary Halliday,

When the cittern ’s sounding

We ’ll miss the music of thy foot

Amang the blythe lads bounding,—

The summer sun will freeze our blood,

The winter moon will warm us,

Ere the like o’ thee will come again

To cheer us and to charm us.