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		<title>Velinte в 09:16, 20 мая 2009</title>
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Harking is bonny and there lives my love,&lt;br /&gt;
My heart lies on him and will not remove,&lt;br /&gt;
It will not remove, ohh for all that I have done,&lt;br /&gt;
Ohh I never will forget me love Anachie.&lt;br /&gt;
For Anachie Gordon he's bonny and he's rough,&lt;br /&gt;
He'd entice any woman that ever he saw,&lt;br /&gt;
He'd entice any woman and so he has done me,&lt;br /&gt;
O I never will forget me love Anachie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Down came her father and he's standing by the door&lt;br /&gt;
Saying Jeannie your trying the tricks of a whore,&lt;br /&gt;
You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee,&lt;br /&gt;
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Anachie.&lt;br /&gt;
For Anachie Gordon he's barely but a man,&lt;br /&gt;
Although he may be pretty but where are his lands?&lt;br /&gt;
O the Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they are high,&lt;br /&gt;
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Anachie.&lt;br /&gt;
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With Anachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread&lt;br /&gt;
And before I'll marry Sultan it's gold to my head,&lt;br /&gt;
With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee&lt;br /&gt;
And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie,&lt;br /&gt;
And you that are my parents to church you may me bring,&lt;br /&gt;
But unto Lord Sultan I'll never bear a son,&lt;br /&gt;
To a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee&lt;br /&gt;
And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeannie was married and from church she was brought home&lt;br /&gt;
And when she and her maidens so merry should have been,&lt;br /&gt;
When she and her maidens so merry should have been,&lt;br /&gt;
She went into her chamber, she cried all alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Come to bed now Jeannie me honey and my sweet&lt;br /&gt;
For to style you my mistress it would be so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;
Be it mistress or Jeannie it's all the same to me,&lt;br /&gt;
But in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lie,&lt;br /&gt;
And down came her father and he's spoken with reknown&lt;br /&gt;
Saying you that are her maidens go loosen off her gowns,&lt;br /&gt;
But she fell down to the floor so close down by his knee&lt;br /&gt;
Saying father look I'm dying for me love Anachie...&lt;br /&gt;
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The day Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died,&lt;br /&gt;
And the day that young Anachie came home on the tide,&lt;br /&gt;
And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands&lt;br /&gt;
Saying Lord, it's been so long you've spent so long on the sands,&lt;br /&gt;
Ohh so long on the sands, o so long upon the flood,&lt;br /&gt;
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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You that are her maidens come take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;
And take me to the chamber that me love she lies in&lt;br /&gt;
And he's kissed her cold lips 'til his heart has turned to stone&lt;br /&gt;
And he's died in the chamber that his love she lies in.&lt;br /&gt;
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