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True love alone the heart has won
Of Tifty's borinie Annie.
Woe betide Mill-o'-Tifty's pride,
For it has ruined many ;
He'll no hae't said that she should wed
The trumpeter of Fyvie."
" Love, I maun gang to Edinburgh,
Love, I maun gang and leave thee."
She sighed sore, and said no more,
But, " O, gin I were wi' ye I"
" I'll buy to thee a bridal goun ;
My love, I'll buy it bonnie !"
" But I'll be dead, ere ye come back.
To see your bonnie Annie."
" If you'll be true, and constant too.
As my name's Andrew Lammie,
I shall thee wed when I come back,
Within the kirk of Fyvie."
" I will be true, and constant too,
To thee, my Andrew Lammie ;
But my bridal bed will ere then be made
In the green kirk-yard of Fyvie."
He hied him hame, and having spieled
To the house-top of Fyvie,
He blew his trumpet loud and shrill,
'Twas heard at Mill-o'-Tifty.
Her father locked the door at night.
Laid by the keys fu' canny ;