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geschrieben am: 02.09.2001 um 13:23 Uhr
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Annachie Gordon
Harking is bonny and there lives my love
My heart lies on him and cannot remove
It cannot remove for all that IÂ’ve done
And I never will forget my love Annachie
For Annachie Gordon heÂ’s bonny and heÂ’s bright
HeÂ’d entice any woman that eÂ’er he saw
HeÂ’d entice any woman and so he has done me
And I never will forget my love Annachie.
Down came her father and heÂ’s standing at the door
Saying Jeannie you are trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing for a man who cares so much for thee
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie
For Annachie Gordon is barely but a man
Although he may be pretty but where are his lands
The SultanÂ’s lands are broad and his tower they run high
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie.
With Annachie Gordon I beg for my bread
And before I marry Sultan his gold to my head
With gold to my head and straight don to my knee
And IÂ’ll die if I donÂ’t get my love Annachie
And you who are my parents to church you may me bring
But unto Lord Sultan IÂ’ll never bear a son
To a son or a daughter IÂ’ll never bow my knee
And IÂ’ll die if I donÂ’t get my love Annachie.
Jeannie was married and from church was brought home
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
She goes to her chamber and cries all alone.
Come to bed my Jeannie my honey and my sweet
To stile you my mistress it would be so sweet
Be it mistress or Jeannie itÂ’s all the same to me
But in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lie
And down came her father and heÂ’s spoken with reknown
Saying you who are her maidens
Go loosen up her gowns
And she fell down to the floor
And straight down to his knee saying
Father look IÂ’m dying for my love Annachie.
The day that Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died
And the day that young Annachie came home on the tide
And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands
Saying oh, itÂ’s been so long? YouÂ’ve been so long on the sands
So long on the sands so long on the flood
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead
You who are her maidens come take me by the hand
And lead me to the chamber where my love she lies in
And he kissed her cold lips till his heart turned to stone
And he died in the chamber where his love she lies in.
Music an Lyrics Traditional, arr. Loreena McKennitt
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geschrieben am: 02.09.2001 um 14:21 Uhr
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ziemlich lang, ziemlich englisch, ziemlich traurig...
hm. keiner hat noch die geduld, eine alte schottische liebesballade zu lesen. so kommts mir jedenfalls vor.
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geschrieben am: 02.09.2001 um 15:01 Uhr
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| liest...grübelt...liest...geht |
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geschrieben am: 02.09.2001 um 18:58 Uhr
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ja, so fühlte ich mich auch, als ich es das erste mal
hörte / las... |
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geschrieben am: 02.09.2001 um 19:18 Uhr
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*mal wieder reinschaut...*
WER BIETET MEHR? |
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geschrieben am: 02.09.2001 um 20:16 Uhr
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da kann ich nur eins zu sagen: die alten iren!
übrigens finde ich es tatsächlich schön, wenn wer was schreibt, weil ich dann weiss, ob es gut oder nicht gut ist! |
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geschrieben am: 02.09.2001 um 23:22 Uhr
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...nur schade das der Text nicht die Schönheit von Loreenas Stimme übermitteln kann. Hab mir das ganze mal angehört... =) ...glaub ich hab nen Engel singen hören (oder liegt das gar an dem Blutgehalt in meinem Alkohol? ;)
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