In 1969 Nic altered, simplified and added to the text given in an appendix to Rare Willie Drowned in Yarrow or The Water o Gamrie, found in the Child Ballads Vol. IV, and added the chorus. The first half of the tune is an adaptation of The Brisk Young Lively Lad (Roud 2930), found in The Folk Song Journals, and the second half was composed by Nic.
John Wesley Harding sang this song on his Nic Jones tribute album, Trad Arr Jones.
Kate Rusby sang Annan Water in 1997 on her second album, Hourglass. This recording was included in the anthologies New Electric Muse II: The Continuing Story of Folk into Rock and Evolving Tradition 2.
June Tabor sang Rare Willie in 2003 on her album of (mostly) Border ballads, An Echo of Hooves.
Voice Squad sang Annan Water on the 25 year anniversary album of the Holmfirth Festival, Roots & Wings (2003).
Jack Crawford sang Annan Water in 2008 on his WildGoose CD Pride of the Season. He commented in his liner notes:
In 1969 Nic Jones found Annan Water in Volume IV of Child's English and Scottish Popular Ballads, included as an Appendix to number 215, Rare Willie Drowned in Yarrow, or, The Water o Gamrie. Child had taken this text of fourteen four-line stanzas from Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Borders (1802). Neither publication included a tune. In a masterpiece of contraction, Nic selected eight stanzas and grouped them in pairs, slightly modified and anglicized, with the original final stanza following each pair as a chorus. For a tune he took the first part of an English song called The Brisk Young Lively Lad, collected in Surrey by Lucy Broadwood and published in the Journal of the Folk Song Society Volume 1 (1900), which he extended to suit his eight-line stanza format. The result is nothing short of pure genius.
Nic Jones sings Annan Water
Oh Annan Water's wondrous deep
And my love Annie's wondrous bonny.
I'm loathe that she should wet her feet
Because I love her best of any.
Go saddle to me the bonny grey mare,
Go saddle her soon and make her ready,
For I must cross that river tonight
And all to see my bonny lady.
Chorus (after every other verse):
And woe betide you Annan Water,
At nights you are a gloomy river,
And over you I'll build a bridge
That never more true love may sever.
And he has ridden o'er field and fell
O'er moor and moss and many a mire,
His spurs of steel were sore to bide
And from the mare's feet flew the fire.
The mare flew on o'er moor and moss
And when she'd won the Annan Water,
She couldn't have ridden a furlong more
Had a thousand whips been laid upon her.
Oh boatman come put off your boat,
Put off your boat for gold and money
For I must cross that stream tonight
Or never more I'll see my Annie.
The sides are steep, the water's deep
From bank to brae the water's pouring,
And your bonny grey mare she sweats for fear,
She stands to hear the water roaring.
And he has tried to swim that stream
And he swam on both strong and steady,
But the river was broad and strength did fail
And he never saw his bonny lady.
Oh woe betide the willow wand
And woe betide the bush of briar,
For it broke beneath her true love's hands
When strength did fail and limbs did tire.