Maxwellton's braes are Bonnie,
Where early fa's the dew,
And it's there that Annie Laurie
Gave me her promise true
Gave me her promise true,
Which ne'er forgot will be,
And for Bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doon and dee.

Her brow is like the snowdrift,
Her throat is like the swan,
Her face is the fairest
That e'er the sun shone on.
That e'er the sun shone on,
And dark blue is her e'e,
And for Bonnie Annie Laurie,
I'd lay me doon and dee.
Like dew on the gowan lying
Is the fa' o' her fairy feet.

And like winds in the summer sighing,
Her voice is low and sweet.
Her voice is low and sweet,
And she's a' the world to me,
And for Bonnie Annie Laurie,
I'd lay me doon and dee.