Andrew Lammie or The Trumpeter of Fyvie<br>
Andrew Lammie or The Trumpeter of Fyvie<br>
Traditional Scottish<br>
One verse and chorus:.mp3<br>
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"Andrew Lammie" is performed by<br>
Andrew Scarhart.<br>
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At Mill o' Tyfty lived a man<br>
In the neighborhood o' Fyvie<br>
He had a lovely daughter fair<br>
And they called her bonnie Annie<br>
Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter<br>
Whose name was Andrew Lammie<br>
And he had the art to gain the heart<br>
O' Mill o' Tyfty's Annie<br>
Lord Fyvie he rode by the door<br>
Where lived Tifty's Annie<br>
His trumpeter rode him before<br>
Even this same Andrew Lammie<br>
Her mother cried her to the door<br>
Come here to me my Annie<br>
Did ye ever see a prettier man<br>
Than the trumpeter o' Fyvie<br>
Ah nothing she said but sighed fu sore<br>
'Twas alas for bonnie Annie<br>
For she durst not own her heart was won<br>
By the trumpeter o' Fyvie<br>
But at night when a' goes to beds<br>
All sleep true sound but Annie<br>
Love (?) so oppressed her tender breast<br>
And love will wast (sic) her body<br>
The first time me and my love met<br>
Was in the woods o' Fyvie<br>
He called me mistress I said no<br>
I'm Mill o' Tyfty's Annie<br>
My love I go to Edinburgh toon<br>
And for a while mon leave ye<br>
O' but I'll be dede afore your return<br>
In the green kirkyard o' Fyvie<br>
Her father struck her wondrous sore<br>
And likewise did her mother<br>
Her sisters all so did her scorn<br>
But woe be to her brother<br>
Her brother struck her wondrous sore<br>
With cruel strokes and many<br>
For he broke her back under the temple stein<br>
The temple stein o' Fyvie<br>
O' mother dear now make my bed<br>
And lay my face to'erd Fyvie<br>
For I will lie and I will die<br>
For my dear Andrew Lammie<br>
For I will lie and I will die<br>
For my dear Andrew Lammie<br>
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