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"In wicked art I had no part,
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
He'll no ha'et 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,
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."

"Its 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."

"Its up and down in Tiftie's den,
Where the burn runs clear and bonny:
There wilt thou come and meet thy love,
Thy bonny Andrew Lammie.

"When wilt thou come and I'll attend,
My love I long to see thee?"
"Thou may'st come to the Bridge of Sleugh,
And there I'll come and meet thee.

"My love, I go to Edinbro,'
And for a while must leave thee;"
She sighed sore, and said no more,
“But I wish that I were wi' thee."

"I'll buy to thee a bridal gown,
My love I'll buy it bonny."
But I'll be dead ere you come back
To see your bonny Annie."

"If you'll be true and constant too
As my name's Andrew Lammic,
I shall thee wed when I come back
To see the lands of Fyvie"