| | Anachie Gordon Lyrics Artist(Band):Sinead O'Connor
[Performed sometimes live at concerts] Harking is bonny and there lives my love My heart lies on him and will not remove It will not remove ohh for all that I have done Ohh I never will forget me love Anachie For Anachie Gordon he's bonny and he's rough He'd entice any woman that ever he saw He'd entice any woman and so he has done me O I never will forget me love Anachie Down came her father and he's standing by the door Saying Jeannie your trying the tricks of a whore You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Anachie For Anachie Gordon he's barely but a man Although he may be pretty but where are his lands O the Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they are high You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Anachie With Anachie Gordon I'd beg for my bread And before I'll marry Sultan it's gold to my head With gold to my head and gowns fringed to the knee And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie And you that are my parents to church you may me bring But unto Lord Sultan I'll never bear a son To a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee And I'll die if I don't get me love Anachie Jeannie was married and from church she was brought home And when she and her maidens so merry should have been When she and her maidens so merry should have been She went into her chamber, she cried all alone Come to bed now Jeannie me honey and my sweet For to style you my mistress it would be so sweet Be it mistress or Jeannie it's all the same to me But in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lie And down came her father and he's spoken with reknown Saying you that are her maidens go loosen off her gowns But she fell down to the floor so close down by his knee Saying father look I'm dying for me love Anachie The day Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died And the day that young Anachie came home on the tide And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands Saying Lord it's been so long you've spent so long on the sands Ohh so long on the sands, o so long upon the flood They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead. You that are her maidens come take me by the hand And take me to the chamber that me love she lies in And he's kissed her cold lips 'til his heart has turned to stone And he's died in the chamber that his love she lies in. If you find some error in Anachie Gordon Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review about Anachie Gordon Love to sing Anachie | Reviewer: Kath Punchard | 3/27/09 One of my favourite songs to perform at a session.Sang it last night at an open mike session at Club Chesterfield where Paul and Steve on the mixing desk make you sound really good !I only know the Mary Black version.Must try to get Sinead O`Connor`s. Electrifying | Reviewer: Anne Warburton | 11/8/07 Like Carl Hoffman, I experienced instant engagement with this song when I first heard it on Australia's public network Radio National a year or so ago. I now have it on 'The Sharon Shannon Collection' and have been playing it over and over in the past week, marvelling each time at the remarkable expressive range of Sinead O'Connor's spine-tingling voice and doggedly trying to reproduce her virtuosity in the shower. I wonder if Carl has discovered anything further about the history of the song. Personally I suspect the line: 'And before I'll marry Sultan it's gold to my head' should read: '..WITH gold to my head', otherwise it doesn't make sense, the sense being that she prefers to live in poverty with Anachie rather than marry Lord Sultan with all the trappings of wealth. Absolutely stunning | Reviewer: Carl Hoffman | 2/4/06 I first heard Sinead O' Connor's version of this song a week ago today, while driving down a sunny street in Cleveland, Ohio, USA, listening to a college radio station. For the five or six minutes that the song played I was absolutely transfixed by the terrible sadness and beauty of the melody and lyrics, both of them given breathtaking life by the complete conviction w/ which O' Connor sang. It was a musical event like only a few others in my life--the day was transformed by the song. I felt different for hours afterward: touched by grace. I say all this knowing that it's prime-even-stereotypical folk material, with an inaccessible lover, a stricken maiden, an unbending father, a forced marriage, melodramatic deaths. And I know that Mary Black is the one who introduced it to Sinead O' Connor, and that she also sings a terrific version of "Anachie Gordon." But I want to know more. I've spent a couple hours this past week searching for information on the history of the song, and haven't found much. It sounds to me as if it dates from the 1600s or 1700s. Is it based on a real incident? Is there any tradition associated with the song's origins? Can anyone out there fill me in on this? Review the song Anachie Gordon The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Sinead O'Connor" Music | |
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