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"I will be true and constant too,
 To thee my Andrew Lammie,
But my bridal bed will ere then be made
 In the green churchyard of Fyvie."

"Our time is gone and now comes on,
 My dear that I must leave thee;
If longer here I should appear,
 Mill o' Tiftie he would see me."

"I now for ever bid adieu,
 To thee my Andrew Lammie;
Ere ye come back, I will be laid,
 In the green churchyard of Fyvie."

He hied him to the head of the house,
 To the castle top of Fyvie;
He blew his trumpet loud and schill,
 'Twas heard at Mill o' Tiftie,

Her father lock'd the door at night,
 Laid by the keys fu' canny;
And when he heard the trumpet sound,
 Said, "Your cow is lowing, Annie."

"My father dear, I pray forbear,
 And reproach no more your Annie:
For I'd rather hear that cow to lowe,
 Than ha'e a' the kine in Fyvie.

"I would not for my braw new gown.
 And a' your gifts so many;
That it were told in Fyvie's land,
 How cruel you are to Annie.

"But if ye strike me I will cry,
 And gentlemen will hear me;
Lord Fyvie will be riding by,
 And he'll come in and see me."

At the same time, the Lord came in,
 He said, "What ails thee, Annie?"
"'Tis all for love now I must die,
 For bonny Andrew Lammie."

"Pray Mill o' Tiftie, gi'e consent,
 And let your daughter marry."
"It will be with some higher match
 Than the Trumpeter of of Fyvie."