Annie, Annie was the miller’s daughter,
Far she wandered by the singing water.
Idle, idle, Annie went a-maying
Uphill, downhill went her flock a-straying.
Hear them hear them calling as they roam.
Annie Annie bring your white sheep home. (repeat)


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