Andrew Lammie / Lyric as sung by Dick Gaughan At Mill O Tiftie thair lived a man In the neighbourhood o Fyvie An he had a lovely dochter fair An her name wis Bonnie Annie Lord Fyvie he had a trumpeter An his name wis Andrew Lammie He had the airt tae win the hert O Mill o Tiftie's Annie Her mither caad her tae the door, "Come here tae me, my Annie Did ere ye see a fairer man Than the trumpeter o Fyvie?" At nicht whan aa were tae thair beds Thae slept fou sound but Annie, For luve oppressed her tender breast Thinkin o Andrew Lammie "For it's luve comes in at my bedside An luve lies doun aside me Luve has oppressed my tender breast An luve will waste my body" "It's up an doun in Tiftie's den Faur the burn rins clear an bonnie A've aften gaen tae meet my luve Ma ain dear Andrew Lammie" He's hied him tae the hill sae high The hilltop high o Fyvie He blew his trumpet loud an shrill Twas heard at Mill o Tiftie Her faither he struck her wondrous sair An likewise did her mither Her sisters thae did scorn as weill But wae be tae her brither For her brither he struck her wondrous sair Wi cruel straiks an mony He brak her back agin the door For her ain Andrew Lammie "O mither dear, gae mak ma bed An lay ma face tae Fyvie Thair A'll lie an thair A'll die For sake o Andrew Lammie"
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thanks very much for posting this. one of my favourite songs!
Andrew Lammie / Lyric as sung by Dick Gaughan
At Mill O Tiftie thair lived a man
In the neighbourhood o Fyvie
An he had a lovely dochter fair
An her name wis Bonnie Annie
Lord Fyvie he had a trumpeter
An his name wis Andrew Lammie
He had the airt tae win the hert
O Mill o Tiftie's Annie
Her mither caad her tae the door,
"Come here tae me, my Annie
Did ere ye see a fairer man
Than the trumpeter o Fyvie?"
At nicht whan aa were tae thair beds
Thae slept fou sound but Annie,
For luve oppressed her tender breast
Thinkin o Andrew Lammie
"For it's luve comes in at my bedside
An luve lies doun aside me
Luve has oppressed my tender breast
An luve will waste my body"
"It's up an doun in Tiftie's den
Faur the burn rins clear an bonnie
A've aften gaen tae meet my luve
Ma ain dear Andrew Lammie"
He's hied him tae the hill sae high
The hilltop high o Fyvie
He blew his trumpet loud an shrill
Twas heard at Mill o Tiftie
Her faither he struck her wondrous sair
An likewise did her mither
Her sisters thae did scorn as weill
But wae be tae her brither
For her brither he struck her wondrous sair
Wi cruel straiks an mony
He brak her back agin the door
For her ain Andrew Lammie
"O mither dear, gae mak ma bed
An lay ma face tae Fyvie
Thair A'll lie an thair A'll die
For sake o Andrew Lammie"
Lyrics:
www.dickgaughan.co.uk/songs/texts/andrewlammie.html