Scotland/Scots > Old Scottish ballad of Andrew Lammie, or, Mill of Tifty's Annie

As she’s advanced in beauty,
l would take* htr unto mystlt.
And make her my own lady,
fyvie lands are far and wide.
And the, are wonderous bonny.
Hut l would not leave my own true !o->
For all the lands in Fyvie.
Her father struck her wondarous sore,
As also did her mother ;
Her sisters also did her scorn,
V But woe be to her brother.
Her brother struck her wonderous sore.
W’ith cruel strokes and many,
He broke her back on the hall door,
For killing Andrew Lammie-
Alas, my father and my mother dear,
Why so cruel to your Annie ;
My heart was broken first by love,
My brother has broke my body-
O my mother dear make me my bed,
And lay my face to Fyvie,
Thus will I lie, and thus will die,
For my dear Andrew Lammie.
Ye neighbours hear basth far and nea .
And pity Tifty's Annie,
Y\ Ito dies for love of one poor tad,
For bonny Andrew Lammie.