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198 ANDEETV LAMJITE.
" 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.
" 0 mother dear, make ye my bed, ra
And lay my face to Fyvie ; Thus will I ly, and thus will die,
For my love, Andrew Lammie !
" Ye neighbours, hear, both far and near;
Ye pity Tiftie's Annie, wo
Who dies for love of one poor lad,
For bonny Andrew Lammie.
" No kind of vice e'er stain'd my life,
Nor hurt my virgin honour; My youthful heart was won by love, us
But death will me exoner."
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. 130
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. |
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