In Gowan Ring The Rolling Of The Stones
Would you go to the rolling of the stones
The bouncing of the ball
Or would you go and see pretty Annie
Dancing among them all
Would you drink of the blood
The white wine and the red
Or would you go and see pretty Annie
Dancing among the dead
I did not go to the rolling of the stones
The bouncing of the ball
But I will go and see pretty Annie
Dancing among them all
They had not danced a single dance
Nor tappted the horror around
When the knife had come from his brother's side
Gave in a deadly wound
They picked him up and carried him along
The laid him down on the ground
And there he's laid till the brink of day
And made not a single sound
Annie's come, a-wandering
A tablet all under her arms
And she's gone to her true loves sight
And there she began to charm
She's charmed the fish all out of the sea
The birds out of their nest
She's charmed her true love out his grave
Till he could no longer rest
Would you go to the rolling of the stones
The bouncing of the ball
Or would you go and see pretty Annie
Dancing among them all