Ann o' Hethersgill The fairest maids o' Britain's Isle 'Mang Cumbria's mountains dwells Sweet budding flowers unseen They bloom by moorland, glen, or fell And yen, the fairest of them all My heart could ne'er be still To see her at the kirk or fair Sweet Ann O' Hethersgill Her face was like the blushing rose Her heart was light and free E'er she had felt the whole world's cares Or love blinked in her eye This fair bewitching face of love The hardest heart would fill The flower of all the countryside Sweet Ann O' Hethersgill Her cheerful wrought her war-day work Then sat down at her wheel And song o' love the winter's neets E'er she its power did feel And at the kirk on Sunday morns None sang so sweet and shrill The charming voice abune them all Was Ann O' Hethersgill But she saw Jock the Carel fair She nae mair was hersel' She couldna sing while at her wheel And sighed oft down the dell Jock is the laird of Souter muir He's now come o'er the hill And ta'en away his bonnie bride Sweet Ann O' Hethersgill tune is Jock o' Hazeldine printed in Cumbrian Songs and Ballads by Keith Gregson tune JOCKHZLD SOF
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