Annie O The Banks O Dee - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
ANNIE O THE BANKS O DEE 
It may not be, it cannot be That such a gem was made for me; But, oh 1 gin it had been my lot, A palace not, a highland cot; That bonny simple gem had thrown Bright lustre round a jewell'd crown; For oh! the sweetest lass to me Is Annie, Annie o' the banks o' Dee; Annie o' the banks o' Dee, [Annie o' the banks o' Dee; For oh! the sweetest lass to me Is Annie o' the banks o' Dee. 
I love her for her artless truth I love her wi' the heart o' youth, When a' the golden dreams o' love, Bright winged angels from above, A stolen glance from Annie snares My heart away from all its cares; For oh! the sweetest lass to me Is Annie, Annie o' the banks o' Dee; Annie o' the banks o' Dee, Annie o' the banks o' Dee; For oh! the sweetest lass to me Annie o' the banks o' Dee.