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194 ANDREW LAMMJE.
" In wicked art I had no part, 66
Nor therein am I canny; True love alone the heart has won
Of Tiftie's bonny Annie.
" Woe betide Mill o' Tiftie's pride,
For it has ruin'd many ; 70
He'll no ha'e 't said that she should wed The Trumpeter of Fyvie.
" Where will I find a boy so kind,
That'll carry a letter canny, Who will run on to Tiftie's town, n
Give it to my love Annie ? "
" 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." so
" 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."
" It's up and down in Tiftie's den, «t
Where the burn runs clear and bonny ;
There wilt thou come and meet thy love, Thy bonny Andrew Lammie. |
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