Annan Water
The Decemberists - 《The Hazards Of Love》
you loom so deep and wide
if you would stem the tide
that I might thwart the other side
to reach the farther shore
where my true love lies in wait for me
and bide against the bridal
if mine own horse is pulled from me
though my mother cries that if I try
you may render me a wreck
and you may have my precious bones on my return
oh hear my true love's call
that my two arms could give me way
and I would cross your breath
and rest my breast about her amber ring
you may render me a wreck
and you may have my precious bones