Fair Annie of the Lochroyan
from Heart of the Hills Vol. 1 by Mardell McCombs
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumIn these ballads, dating mainly from the 1600 to 1700’s you will find the following tales:
The ghost of a dearly departed summoned from the grave gives doleful warnings.
A fair maid receives nocturnal visitations from a shape-shifting sea creature.
Plus a serial killer, murder most foul, infanticide, love, lust, betrayal and the mother-in-law from hell!
Not to mention the curious case of the Little Pig.
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FAIR ANNIE OF THE LOCHROYAN traditional
O who will shoe my bonny feet
And who will glove my hand?
And who will kiss my rosy cheek
When you're in some far off land
Your pa will shoe your bonny feet
Your ma will glove your hand
And I will kiss your rosy cheek
When I come back again
O who will build a bonny ship
And set her on the sea?
So that I may go and seek my love
My own Lord Gregory
Then up and spake her father dear
And a wealthy man was he
He will build a bonny ship
And set her on the sea
Yes he has built a bonny ship
To sail upon the sea
The mast it was of the beaten gold
The spars of ivory
They had not sailed but twenty leagues
But twenty leagues and three
When they met with a rank robber
And all of his company
Are you the queen of heaven he cried
Come to pardon all of our sins?
Or are you the Mary Magdalen
That was born at Bethlehem?
I'm not the queen of heaven she cried
Come to pardon all your sins
Nor am I the Mary Magdalen
That was born at Bethlehem
I am the lass of the Lochroyan
Who is sailing o'er the sea
To see if I can find my love
My ain Lord Gregory
Then see ye now yon bonny bower
All covered o'er in thyme?
When ye've sailed it three times round
Lord Gregory is within
So row the boat, my mariners
Until we reach the land
For it's now I see my true love's castle
Close by the salt sea strand
They sailed it round and sailed it round
And long and loud cried she
Now break, now break ye fairy charms
And set my true love free
She's taken her young son in her arms
And to the door she's gone
And long she's knocked and loud she's called
But answer she's got none
Open the door Lord Gregory
Open and let me in
The wind blows cold, blows cold my love
The wet drops from my chin
The shoe is frozen to my foot
The glove unto my hand
The wet lies frozen in my hair
And I can scarcely stand
Then up and spake his ill mother
As ill as she could be
You're not the lass of the Lochrohan
She is far out o'er the sea
Away, away ye ill woman
Ye don't come here for good
You're but some witch who strolls about
Or a mermaid of the flood
Open the door, Lord Gregory
Open the door I pray
For thy young son is in my arms
And will be dead ere day
Ye lie, ye lie, ye ill woman
So loud I hear ye lie
For Annie of the Lochroyan
Is far out o'er the sea
Fair Annie turned her round and about
Well since all this is so
May never a woman who has born a son
Have a heart so full of woe
When the day had dawned and the cock had crowed
And the sun begun to peep
Then up and rose Lord Gregory
And sore, sore did he weep
O, I have dreamed a dream Mother
The thought it grieves me great
That Annie of the Lochroyan
Lay dead at my bed feet
If it be for Annie of the Lochroyan
That you make all of this moan
She stood last night at your bower window
But I have sent her home
O he's gone down unto the shore
To see what he could see
And there he saw Fair Annie's barque
Go roaring o'er the sea
O Annie, O Annie aloud he cried
O Annie, Annie my dear
But all the loud that he did cry
Fair Annie she did not hear
The wind blew hard the waves rose high
And dashed the boat on shore
Fair Annies' corpse was in the foam
The babes' rose nevermore
Then first he kissed her clay cold cheek
And then he kissed her chin
At last he kissed her clay cold lips
That had no breath within
O woe betide my ill Mother!
An ill death may she die
She has not been the death of one
She's been the death of three
Then he pulled out a little dart
That hung down by his side
And thrust it through and through his heart
Then he lay down and died
O who will shoe my bonny feet
And who will glove my hand?
And who will kiss my rosy cheek
When you're in some far off land
Your pa will shoe your bonny feet
Your ma will glove your hand
And I will kiss your rosy cheek
When I come back again
O who will build a bonny ship
And set her on the sea?
So that I may go and seek my love
My own Lord Gregory
Then up and spake her father dear
And a wealthy man was he
He will build a bonny ship
And set her on the sea
Yes he has built a bonny ship
To sail upon the sea
The mast it was of the beaten gold
The spars of ivory
They had not sailed but twenty leagues
But twenty leagues and three
When they met with a rank robber
And all of his company
Are you the queen of heaven he cried
Come to pardon all of our sins?
Or are you the Mary Magdalen
That was born at Bethlehem?
I'm not the queen of heaven she cried
Come to pardon all your sins
Nor am I the Mary Magdalen
That was born at Bethlehem
I am the lass of the Lochroyan
Who is sailing o'er the sea
To see if I can find my love
My ain Lord Gregory
Then see ye now yon bonny bower
All covered o'er in thyme?
When ye've sailed it three times round
Lord Gregory is within
So row the boat, my mariners
Until we reach the land
For it's now I see my true love's castle
Close by the salt sea strand
They sailed it round and sailed it round
And long and loud cried she
Now break, now break ye fairy charms
And set my true love free
She's taken her young son in her arms
And to the door she's gone
And long she's knocked and loud she's called
But answer she's got none
Open the door Lord Gregory
Open and let me in
The wind blows cold, blows cold my love
The wet drops from my chin
The shoe is frozen to my foot
The glove unto my hand
The wet lies frozen in my hair
And I can scarcely stand
Then up and spake his ill mother
As ill as she could be
You're not the lass of the Lochrohan
She is far out o'er the sea
Away, away ye ill woman
Ye don't come here for good
You're but some witch who strolls about
Or a mermaid of the flood
Open the door, Lord Gregory
Open the door I pray
For thy young son is in my arms
And will be dead ere day
Ye lie, ye lie, ye ill woman
So loud I hear ye lie
For Annie of the Lochroyan
Is far out o'er the sea
Fair Annie turned her round and about
Well since all this is so
May never a woman who has born a son
Have a heart so full of woe
When the day had dawned and the cock had crowed
And the sun begun to peep
Then up and rose Lord Gregory
And sore, sore did he weep
O, I have dreamed a dream Mother
The thought it grieves me great
That Annie of the Lochroyan
Lay dead at my bed feet
If it be for Annie of the Lochroyan
That you make all of this moan
She stood last night at your bower window
But I have sent her home
O he's gone down unto the shore
To see what he could see
And there he saw Fair Annie's barque
Go roaring o'er the sea
O Annie, O Annie aloud he cried
O Annie, Annie my dear
But all the loud that he did cry
Fair Annie she did not hear
The wind blew hard the waves rose high
And dashed the boat on shore
Fair Annies' corpse was in the foam
The babes' rose nevermore
Then first he kissed her clay cold cheek
And then he kissed her chin
At last he kissed her clay cold lips
That had no breath within
O woe betide my ill Mother!
An ill death may she die
She has not been the death of one
She's been the death of three
Then he pulled out a little dart
That hung down by his side
And thrust it through and through his heart
Then he lay down and died
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from Heart of the Hills Vol. 1,
released September 15, 2019
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