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ANDREW LAMMIE. 199
Lord Fyvie he did wring his hands, i&s
Said, " Alas, for Tiftie's Annie!
The fairest flower's cut down by love, That e'er sprung up in Fyvie.
" O woe betide Mill o' Tiftie's pride!
He might have let them marry; ioo
I should have giVn them both to live
Into the lands of Fyvie."
Her father sorely now laments
The loss of his dear Annie, And wishes he had gi'en consent i»s
To wed with Andrew Lammie.
Her mother grieves both air and late;
Her sisters, 'cause they scorn'd her; Surely her brother doth mourn and grieve,
For the cruel usage he'd giv'n her. aoo
But now, alas ! it was too late,
For they could not recal her; Through life, unhappy is their fate,
Because they did controul her.
When Andrew hame from Edinburgh came, "With meikle grief and sorrow, a»
" My love has died for me to-day, I'll die for her to-morrow. |
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