| At Mill o' Tifty there lived a man
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| In the neighborhood o' Fyvie
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| And he had a lovely daughter dear
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| Wha’s name was bonnie Annie
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| Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter
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| By the name o' Andrew Lammie
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| And he had the airt tae win the heart
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| O' Mill o' Tifty’s Annie
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| Lord Fyvie, he cam tae the mill
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| Whar lived bonnie Annie
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| His trumpeter rade him before
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| Even the same Andrew Lammie
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| Her mither cried her tae the door
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| Sayin', «Come here tae me, my Annie
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| Did e’er ye see a bonnier man
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| Than the trumpeter o' Fyvie?»
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| Nothing she said, but sighing so
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| Alas for bonnie Annie
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| She darena own, her heart was won
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| By the servant Andrew Lammie
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| That night as a' gaed tae their beds
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| A' sleepit soond but Annie
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| Love so repressed, her tender breast
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| Thinking on Andrew Lammie
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| «The first time my love and I met
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| Was in the woods o' Fyvie
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| He called me mistress, I said no
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| I was Tifty’s bonnie Annie»
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| Her faither cam tae hear o' this
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| And a letter wrote to Fyvie
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| To say his dochter was bewitched
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| By the trumpeter o' Fyvie
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| Lord Fyvie, he came tae the mill
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| Sayin', «What ails ye, bonnie Annie?»
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| «Oh it’s a' for love that I’m cast doon
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| For the love o' Andrew Lammie»
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| «Oh Tifty, Tifty, gie consent
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| And let yer dochter marry»
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| «Na, it’ll be tae ane o' a higher degree
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| Than the servant Andrew Lammie»
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| «If she’d been born o' as rich a kin
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| As she is rich in beauty
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| I wad hae ta’en the lass mysel
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| And made her my ain lady»
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| «Oh Fyvie’s lands are far and wide
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| And they are wondrous bonnie
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| But I wadna trade my ain dear love
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| No for a' your lands o' Fyvie»
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| At this her faither did her scorn
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| And likewise did her mither
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| Her sisters they did her disown
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| Oh but wae’s me for her brither
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| Her brither struck her wondrous o’er
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| Wi' cruel blows and mony
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| He’s broke her back on the temple stane
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| A' for likin' Andrew Lammie
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| «Oh faither, mither, sisters a'
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| Why sae cruel tae yer Annie?
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| My heart was broken first by love
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| Noo my brither’s broke my body
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| Oh mither, mither, mak my bed
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| And turn my head to Fyvie
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| For it’s there I’ll lie and there I’ll die
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| For the servant Andrew Lammie" |