Maxwelton's braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew, And it's there that Annie Laurie Gi'ed me her promise true. Gi'ed 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 snaw-drift, Her neck is like the swan, Her face it is the fairest, That ere the sun shone on. That ere 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 gowans lying, Is the fa' o' her fairy feet, And like winds, in simmer sighing, Her voice is low and sweet. Her voice is low and sweet — And she's a' the world tae me; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doon and dee. I'd lay me doon and dee.