Annie wid ye walk wi me <br />an let me haud yer haun <br />sic fair a haun a ken wid brek <br />mans hert ye understaun <br />an we could walk doon <br />through the glen tae Arrochar the day <br />me watching lochside watters lap <br />yir footsteps oan the way <br /> <br />Annie ye sair mak ma hert burst <br />through ma timid breast <br />fur I hiv loved ye always <br />like a man that dies o thirst <br />ma een has fair been blighted <br />ony time I looked at you <br />so much so that ma tears when fallen <br />mingle wi the dew <br /> <br />Annie hiv ye ever seen <br />the stars oot oan the moor <br />in darkened silence they appear <br />fur you o that I'm sure <br />if you an they wid ever meet <br />I'd say withoot a doot <br />on seeing you am sure that they wid <br />turn their sparkle oot <br /> <br />Annie yer fair cherry creamed <br />complexion fulls ma een <br />the fire, in yer rid hair <br />maks me think that you'r a dream <br />fur where could sic sweet beauty <br />huv been made upoan this earth <br />the gods in heaven must hiv sighed <br />when you wur given birth <br /> <br />Annie if we walked an talked <br />there widnae be anither <br />fur none could mak ma hert say proud <br />as us aye being taegither <br />for a' the suns and moons and stars <br />or aples in the trees <br />could tak away the love a hiv <br />if you wid walk wi me.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/annie/
