Iona Fyfe, "Mill o' Tifty's Annie," // GemsOnVHS™

[@callumgoodson5679]

Can't believe this doesn't have more views! One of the most moving songs I've heard.

[@cedarriver]

Lyrics are below! I'll try to get the chords down as well as soon as I can. At Mill o’ Tifty, there bade a man In the neighbourhood o’ Fyvie He had a bonny dother fair, An’ they ca’d her bonny Annie Her bloom wis like the springin’ flooer That greets the rosy morning, Her innocence and graceful mien, Her beauteous face adornin’ Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter, An’ his name wis Andra Lammie An’ he hid the airt tae win the hairt O’ Mill o Tifty’s Annie Lord Fyvie he rade by the door Far dwelt sweet Tifty’s Annie His trumpeter rode him afore And his name wis Andra Lammie Her mither ca’ed her tae the door Come here tae me, my Annie Did ye iver see sic a bonny man Than the trumpeter o Fyvie? Naething she said, but signing sore, Twas alas for bonnie Annie For she durst not own that her hairt wis won By the trumpeter o’ Fyvie The first time that this couple met, It was in the wids o’ Fyvie And his handsome face and flatterin tongue Seen won the hairt o’ Annie Her faither cam tae hear o this And a letter wrote tae Fyvie Tae tell his dother had been bewitched By his servant Andra Lammie Faan Fyvie hid the letter read He ca’ed for Andra Lammie Pray tell me fit is this ye’ve daen Tae Tifty’s bonnie Annie In wicked airt, I’ve play nae pairt Nor thocht tae injure ony It’s honest love, that won the hairt O’ Tifty’s bonnie Annie But tae Edinburgh, he wis sent Tae brak his tie wi Annie For they tocht that she wid seen forget Her love for Andra Lammie The next time that Lord Fyvie passed He caught a sicht o Annie An said “If ye cam o higher kin, I wid maak ye my ain lady Says she “yer lands are far and wide And they are wonderous bonny But I widna leave my ain true love For aa the lands o’ Fyvie” Then her faither struck her wonderous sore And also did her mither, Her sisters also took their score, But wae be tae her brither For her brither struck her wonderous sair Wi cruel strokes and mony And he’s broke her back across a stane Jist for lovin Andra Lammie Oh mither dear, mak me my bed An’ lay my face tae Fyvie It’s there I’ll lie and it’s there I’ll die A’ for loving Andra lammie Noo people here baith far and near They pity Tifty’s Annie Wha died for lovin one peer lad, For lovin Andra Lammie

[@IonaFyfe]

Give me an email! My version is an amalgam of Gordeanna McCulloch and Tom Spiers. Two legendary scots tradition bearers.

[@anglohistory451]

@@IonaFyfe That was beautiful!!

[@cedarriver]

@@IonaFyfe Thanks! Wrote you a mail!

[@Mr.O-Town]

Iona Fyfe I cant stop listening to this! So beautiful and haunting at the same time. I get chills every time. Great job

[@anandaaa.]

Thanks for these lyrics! I would definitely love the chords too!!

[@salvatoredambrosio2236]

An AMAZING performance .... I've no words, it moves me deeply

[@andysemitic4456]

Beautiful ballad

[@fifesing]

Well sung. Lovely to hear you. Best.

[@jevanthompson9979]

Absolutely beautiful.

[@DanAshby]

I know this song through Martin Simpson. It's such an incredible story - the line about breaking her back still moves me.

[@Ryan-ff2db]

Wow, incredible voice.

[@sanjuancb]

The Jean Redpath version of this song has always held a special place for me. Thanks for sharing.

[@smokeebear2872]

Enchanting

[@diveloco5231]

Incredible

[@LorcanOtway]

I grew up in a family which collected long form ballads in Ireland, Cumbria and Scotland. This was always one of my favorites, and this is a really nice setting and performance. Many many thanks for posting this! Do you know about the ghost story associated with Andrew Lammie? After Annie's killing, he fled to Canada, where he died. A few years after, Lord Fyvie was was awakened by a trumpet blast and Andrew's ghost was standing at the foot of his bed. Lord Fyvie was found dead in the morning. From then on, the ghost appeared and the trumpet her throughout the castle, at the death of each Lord Fyvie, up into the 1960s, was the last I heard of it.

[@samorenpalmer]

These are amazing

[@that1guy899]

Sounds like a sweet lullaby! 😍

[@rockyr.3967]

I love it

[@eloramaxwell7020]

Omg yes please. More of this!

[@IonaFyfe]

More at www.ionafyfe.com/videos

[@MatthewFowlerMusic]

Man, this is golden.

[@124madcow]

Reminds me of the singing at my local pub in Ireland.

[@SamBosworthMusic]

A very similar melody to Geordie, (child 209), at leasy in the way Anais Mitchell sings it. This is utterly beautiful.

[@geraldanderson7939]

the ambulance sirens at 3:56 are sick with the song bro

[@mattyflett1654]

Ace 😉fit is it wee Fyvie and gitten songs written aboot it.

[@Watrmalon]

This is beautiful

[@samwilliamson5152]

I was only in Ireland for a week. This makes me miss it so much

[@terrymcinnes01]

It's a Scottish song and the girl singing clearly says she's from Aberdeen which is in Scotland.

[@GemsOnVHS]

@@terrymcinnes01 go easy on my man here, Celtic cultures all have a familiar feeling to us Americans lol.

[@Oooo-bi7bi]

Some music makes me close to cutting onions and I haven’t drank alcohol for years. The word class is over used, but not in this case.

[@Watrmalon]

Seriously

[@antiochiaadtaurum3786]

This would be much better with just her voice alone

[@GemsOnVHS]

i disagree soooo much! thanks for listening tho!

[@FyffieLad]

long lost sister?

[@Boozywoozy27]

I do not own a Fife!

[@Gashbasher]

Tourist trap stay away

[@Arsan4]

Iona Fyfe you are my new godess Most biotifuol stuff i ever saw i just lost two pounds of tears ( just fire the guitar guy please)