From Minstrelsy: Ancient and Modern by William Motherwell (Glasgow: John Wylie, 1827), page 239:


ANDREW LAMMIE.

1. At Mill o' Tifty liv'd a man,
In the neighbourhood of Fyvie;
He had a lovely daughter fair,
Was called bonny Annie.

2. Her bloom was like the springing flower,
That salutes the rosy morning;
With innocence, and graceful mein,
Her beauteous form adorning.

3. Lord Fyvie had a Trumpeter,
Whose name was Andrew Lammie;
He had the art to gain the heart,
Of Mill o' Tiftie's Annie.

4. Proper he was, both young and gay,
His like was not in Fyvie;
No one was there that could compare,
With this same Andrew Lammie.

5. Lord Fyvie he rode by the door,
Where lived Tiftie's Annie;
His Trumpeter rode him before,
Even this same Andrew Lammie.

6. Her mother call'd her to the door,
"Come here to me my Annie;
Did you ever see a prettier man, -
Than this Trumpeter of Fyvie?"

7. She sighed sore but said no more,
Alas! for bonny Annie;
She durst not own her heart was won,
By the Trumpeter of Fyvie.

8. At night when they went to their beds,
All slept full sound but Annie;
Love so opprest her tender breast,
Thinking on Andrew Lammie.

9. "Love comes in at my bed side,
And love lies down beyond me;
Love has possess'd my tender breast,
And love will waste my body.

10. "The first time I and my love met,
Was in the woods of Fyvie;
His lovely form and speech so sweet,
Soon gain'd the heart of Annie.

11. "He call'd me mistress, I said, No,
I'm Tiftie's bonny Annie;
With apples sweet, he did me treat,
And kisses soft and many.

12. "It's up and down in Tiftie's den,
Where the burn runs clear and bonny,
I've often gone to meet my love,
My bonny Andrew Lammie."

13. But now, alas! her father heard,
That the Trumpeter of Fyvie,
Had had the art to gain the heart,
Of Tiftie's bonny Annie.

14. Her father soon a letter wrote,
And sent it on to Fyvie,
To tell his daughter was bewitch'd,
By his servant Andrew Lammie.

15. When Lord Fyvie had this letter read,
O dear! but he was sorry;
The bonniest Lass in Fyvie's land,
Is bewitched by Andrew Lammie.

16. Then up the stair his Trumpeter,
He called soon and shortly;
"Pray tell me soon, What's this you've done.
To Tiftie's bonny Annie?"

17. "In wicked art I, had no part,
Nor therein am I canny;
True love alone the heart has won,
Of Tiftie's bonny Annie.

18. "Woe betide Mill o' Tiftie's pride,
For it has ruin'd many;
He'll no ha'e't said that she should wed,
The Trumpeter of Fyvie.

19. "Where will I find a boy so kind,
That'll carry a letter canny,
Who will run on to Tiftie's town,
Give it to my love Annie?"

20. "Here you shall find a boy so kind,
Who'll carry a letter canny;
Who will run on to Tiftie's town,
And gi'e't to thy love Annie."

21. "It's Tiftie he has daughters three,
Who all are wondrous bonny;
But ye'll ken her o'er a' the lave,
Gi'e that to bonny Annie."

22. "It's up and down in Tiftie's den,
Where the burn runs clear and bonny;
There wilt thou come and meet thy love,
Thy bonny Andrew Lammie.

23. "When wilt thou come, and I'll attend,
My love I long to see thee?"
"Thou may'st come to the Bridge of Sleugh,
And there I'll come and meet thee.

24. "My love, I go to Edinbro',
And for a while must leave thee;"
She sighed sore, and said no more,
"But I wish that I were wi' thee."

25. "I'll buy to thee a bridal gown,
My love I'll buy it bonny;"
But I'll be dead ere ye come back,
To see your bonnie Annie.

26. "If you'll be true and constant too,
As my name's Andrew Lammie;
I shall thee wed when I come back
To see the lands of Fyvie."

27. "I will be true and constant too,
To thee my Andrew Lammie,
But my bridal bed will ere then be made,
In the green church yard of Fyvie."

28. "Our time is gone and now comes on,
My dear, that I must leave thee;
If longer here I should appear,
Mill o' Tiftie he would see me."

29. "I now for ever bid adieu,
To thee my Andrew Lammie;
Ere ye come back, I will be laid,
In the green church yard of Fyvie."

30. He hied him to the head of the house,
To the house top of Fyvie;
He blew his trumpet loud and schill,
'Twas heard at Mill o' Tiftie.

31. Her father lock'd the door at night,
Laid by the keys fu' canny;
And when he heard the trumpet sound,
Said, "Your cow is lowing, Annie."

32. "My father dear, I pray forbear,
And reproach no more your Annie;
For I'd rather hear that cow to low,
Than ha'e a' the kine in Fyvie.

33. "I would not for my braw new gown,
And a' your gifts sae many;
That it were told in Fyvie's land,
How cruel you are to Annie.

34. "But if ye strike me I will cry,
And gentlemen will hear me;
Lord Fyvie will be riding by,
And he'll come in and see me."

35. At the same time, the Lord came in,
He said, "What ails thee Annie?"
"'Tis all for love now I must die,
For bonny Andrew Lammie."

36. "Pray Mill o' Tifty gi'e consent,
And let your daughter marry."
"It will be with some higher match,
Than the Trumpeter of Fyvie."

37. "If she were come of as high a kind,
As she's adorned with beauty;
I would take her unto myself,
And make her mine own lady."

38. "Its Fyvie's lands are fair and wide,
And they are rich and bonny;
I would not leave my own true love,
For all the lands of Fyvie."

39. Her father struck her wondrous sore,
As also did her mother;
Her sisters always did her scorn;
But woe be to her brother.

40. Her brother struck her wondrous sore,
With cruel strokes and many;
He brake her back in the hall door,
For liking Andrew Lammie.

41. "Alas! my father and mother dear,
Why so cruel to your Annie?
My heart was broken first by love,
My brother has broken my body."

42. "O mother dear, make ye my bed,
And lay my face to Fyvie;
Thus will I ly, and thus will die,
For my love Andrew Lammie!

43. "Ye neighbours hear both far and near,
Ye pity Tiftie's Annie;
Who dies for love of one poor lad,
For bonny Andrew Lammie.

44. "No kind of vice e'er stain'd my life,
Nor hurt my virgin honour;
My youthful heart was won by love,
But death will me exoner."

45. Her mother then she made her bed,
And laid her face to Fyvie;
Her tender heart it soon did break,
And ne'er saw Andrew Lammie.

46. But the word soon went up and down,
Through all the lands of Fyvie;
That she was dead and buried,
Even Tiftie's bonny Annie.

47. Lord Fyvie he did wring his hands,
Said, "Alas! for Tiftie's Annie,
The fairest Flower's cut down by love,
That e'er sprung up in Fyvie.

48. "O woe betide Mill o' Tiftie's pride,
He might have let them marry;
I should have giv'n them both to live,
Into the lands of Fyvie."

49. Her father sorely now laments,
The loss of his dear Annie;
And wishes he had gi'en consent,
To wed with Andrew Lammie.

50. Her mother grieves both air and late,
Her sister's cause they scorn'd her;
Surely her brother doth mourn and grieve,
For the cruel usage he'd giv'n her.

51. But now, alas! it was too late,
For they could not recal her;
Through life, unhappy is their fate,
Because they did controul her.

52. When Andrew hame from Edinburgh came,
With meikle grief and sorrow;
"My love has died for me to-day,
I'll die for her to-morrow.

53. "Now I will on to Tiftie's den,
Where the burn runs clear and bonny;
With tears I'll view the bridge of Sleugh,
Where I parted last with Annie.

54. "Then will I speed to the churchyard,
To the green churchyard of Fyvie;
With tears I'll water my love's grave,
Till I follow Tiftie's Annie."

55. Ye parents grave, who children have,
In crushing them be canny;
Lest when too late you do repent,
Remember Tiftie's Annie.