Nana Mouskouri - Lulla lyrics

(traditional Scottish song)

[Performed sometimes live at concerts]

Harking is bonny and there lives my love

My heart lies on him and will not remove

It will not remove ohh for all that I have done

Ohh I never will forget me love Anachie

For Anachie Gordon he's bonny and he's rough

He'd entice any woman that ever he saw

He'd entice any woman and so he has done me

O I never will forget me love Anachie

Down came her father and he's standing by the door

Saying Jeannie your trying the tricks of a whore

You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee

You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Anachie

For Anachie Gordon he's barely but a man

Although he may be pretty but where are his lands

O the Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they are high

You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Anachie

With Anachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread

And before I'll marry Sultan it's gold to my head

With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee

And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie

And you that are my parents to church you may me bring

But unto Lord Sultan I'll never bear a son

To a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee

And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie

Jeannie was married and from church she was brought home

And when she and her maidens so merry should have been

When she and her maidens so merry should have been

She went into her chamber, she cried all alone

Come to bed now Jeannie me honey and my sweet

For the style you my mistress it would be so sweet

Being mistress or Jeannie it's all the same to me

But in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lie

And down came her father and he's spoken with reknown

Saying you that are her maidens go loosen off her gowns

But she fell down to the floor so close down by his knee

Saying father look I'm dying for me love Anachie

The day Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died

And the day that young Anachie came home on the tide

And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands

Saying Lord it's been so long you've spent so long on the sands

Ohh so long on the sands, o so long upon the flood

They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.

You that are her maidens come take me by the hand

And take me to the chamber that me love she lies in

And he's kissed her cold lips 'til his heart has turned to stone

And he's died in the chamber that his love she lies in.