"sank That Annie Laurie"

Sank that Annie Laurie, down beneath those waves, Took with her such fine young crew and not a life she saves. Left there on the mountain, Just the wives, the gals, the slaves. Ne'er hunt nor e'er sing shall these lads so lost, To mountain folk only known that which had been cost. Banjos ne'er plucked agin, Danced their last these kin. Guitar now does stand forlorn, Futures so then thusly shorn. Sank that Annie Laurie, down beneath those waves, Took with her those mountain folk to coldest watery graves. SeaWolf ©