Fair Annie As I went a walking one morning in May I spied lovely Annie a-making her hay And as she moved onward the grass on her side Through a glimpse in the brushes my Annie I spied I went to the North Highlands to work all that May And when I returned she was married and away Though she swore to be faithful, both constant and true But now she’s gone and left me o what will I do? Far better transported far better foray My heart pines in sadness when Annie’s away She was my first and false true love and ‘tis lately I knew That the fonder I loved her the falser she grew Come all you young fellows take a warning from me And never build your nest on the top of a tree For the green leaves will wither and the branches decay And the roots they will torment you when the leaves fade away