New Annie Laurie

“Where, oh where are you going?”
Said a lass to a laddie one day.
He was dressed in his best in a highland uniform,
With the soldiers marched away.
“I am off to the front,” said the laddie.
Don’t cry, Annie Laurie, don’t cry:
It almost breaks my heart to tell you
Good-by, Annie, dear, good-by!”
And as they marched away
She heard the laddie say:
“When the sweet bonnie heather is blooming
I’ll return, Annie Laurie, to you.”

CHORUS.
“I’ll be thinking of you always, my lassie,
For I know your heart is true.
When Maxwelton prays of homs,
And Scotland skies are blue,
And the bonnie heather is blooming,
I’ll return, Annie Laurie, to you.”

“Where, tell me where is my laddie?”
I heard that sweet voice sadly say.
“He told me he would come
When the heather was in bloom,
And the heather is blooming today.
But soon came a line from the laddie:
“I would love to be with you today,
But they say my aim’s sure and they need me,
So dearie, I must stay.
But don’t think I have a fear,
For I will be back, my dear,
When the sweet bonnie heather is blooming,
I’ll return, Annie Laurie, to you.”

– VIRGIL JOHNSON (age 18), Route
1, Box 79, Ben Franklin, Texas

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