| Annie Laurie | Road to the Isles | Rowan Tree medley |
|---|---|---|
| My love is like a red red rose | Scotland the Brave | Will ye no' come back again |
Annie Laurie
Maxwellton braes are bonnie,
Where early fa's the dew,
And it's there that Annie Laurie
Gi'ed me her promise true,
Gi'ed me her promise true;
Which ne'er forgot shall be
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doun and dee.
Her brow is like the snawdrift,
Her neck is like the swan,
Her face it is the fairest
That e'er the sun shone on,
That e'er the sun shone on,
And dark blue is her e'e:
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doun and dee.
Like dew on the gowan lying,
Is the fa' o' her fairy feet,
And like winds in summer sighing
Her voice is low and sweet,
Her voice is low and sweet,
And she's a' the world to me,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doun and dee.