Annie McKelvie [C] - Artist [A] Dumbarton's the place I met [D]Annie Mc[A]Kelvie She was [E7]walking alone by the [A]shore And we talked for a while till as [D] evening was [A]falling I [E7]walked her back home to her [A]door |[CHORUS] |Do you [E7]fancy a night at the [A]dancing wi' me |The [B]band in the town hall's the [E7]finest you'll see |If [D]there's no' another place [A]you'd rather [F#m]be |Then [E7]come to the dance with me, [A]Annie She said, [A]Give me a while to think [D]o'er your [A]proposal My [E7]mother would have to [A]consent So we parted that night with a [D]kiss at her [A]doorstep [E7]Back home through Bowling I [A] went At [A]last she agreed she would [D]come to the [A]dancing And [E7]travel to Clydebank by [A]train On that cold station platform I [D]waited for [A]hours I [E7]never saw Annie [A]again [A]Oft times I walk by the [D]banks of the [A]Leven And [E7]follow its flow to the [A]Clyde And I think of that day spent wi' [D]Annie Mc[A]Kelvie The [E7]lassie that wounded my [A]pride