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Annie was a girl in the market place Carrying a basket on her hip She was lovely in her maiden's slip And the sun if stole across her face He had known her many years before But less than he had wanted to She was fresh just like the morning dew And he said Annie, why weren't we ever more? Everybody loved Annie But who she loved were few The was just something about her If you knew her you'd love her to Annie, he said I can't stop thinking 'bout you Annie, each night My dreams a haunted by you Annie, why was it We pushed these feelings aside And Annie, how come we never tried? |