Oh, why, when in the battle,
Did I na’ fa’ an’ dee.
I saw her cheek grow thinner,
Yet flush wi’ hectic’s hue,
I mark’d her e’e’s strange brightness,
Those e’es o’ darkest blue.
Those e’es o’ darkest blue,
That beam’d sae saft on me,
When I cried my Annie Laurie,
I can na’ see thee dee.