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Trumpeter of Fyvie 
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Trumpeter of Fyvie 
At Fyvie's gates, there grows a flower It grows both broad and bonnie A daisy in the midst of it It's name is Andrew Lammie 
0 gin that flower were in my breast For the love I bear the laddie So blithe and merry I would be And kiss my Andrew Lammie 
Love, I must go to Edinburgh Love, I must go and leave thee She sighed full sore and said no more But o gin I were with ye 
I shall be true and trusty too As I am Tiftie's Annie That I'll kiss neither lad nor loon Till you return to Fyvie 
I will buy you a wedding gown My love, I'll buy it bonnie But I'll be dead ere you come back My bonny Andrew Lammie 
I will buy you brave bridal shoes My love, I'll buy them bonny: But my bridal bed ere then will be made In the green churchyard of Fyvie 
Love dwine away, love pines away And love decays my body And love crept in at my bed-foot And took possession of me 
Her father beat her cruelly 
So also did her mother Her sister sore did scoff at her But woe be to her brother 
Her brother struck her wondrous sore Till his strokes they were not canny And he broke her back in yon hall-door For liking Andrew Lammie 
0 make my bed and lay me down And turn my face to Fyvie It's there I'll lie until I die For loving Andrew Lammie 
Syne he's come back from Edinburgh To the bonny house of Fyvie And aye his face to the north-east To look for Tiftie's Annie 
I have a love in Edinburgh So have I into Leith, man I have a love into Montrose So have I in Dalkeith, man 
And east and west where'er I go My love she's always with me For east and west where'er I go My love she dwells in Fyvie 
O Andrew's gone to the house-top Of the bonny house of Fyvie He's blown his horn both loud and shrill O'er the lowland leas of Fyvie 
It's many a time I have walked all night And never yet was weary But now it's I must walk alone For I'll never see my deary 
Child #233 words from Sedley, Seeds of Love