Andrew Lammie / Lyric as sung by Dick Gaughan At Mill O Tiftie thair lived a man In the neighbourhood o Fyvie An he had a lovely dochter fair An her name wis Bonnie Annie Lord Fyvie he had a trumpeter An his name wis Andrew Lammie He had the airt tae win the hert O Mill o Tiftie's Annie Her mither caad her tae the door, "Come here tae me, my Annie Did ere ye see a fairer man Than the trumpeter o Fyvie?" At nicht whan aa were tae thair beds Thae slept fou sound but Annie, For luve oppressed her tender breast Thinkin o Andrew Lammie "For it's luve comes in at my bedside An luve lies doun aside me Luve has oppressed my tender breast An luve will waste my body" "It's up an doun in Tiftie's den Faur the burn rins clear an bonnie A've aften gaen tae meet my luve Ma ain dear Andrew Lammie" He's hied him tae the hill sae high The hilltop high o Fyvie He blew his trumpet loud an shrill Twas heard at Mill o Tiftie Her faither he struck her wondrous sair An likewise did her mither Her sisters thae did scorn as weill But wae be tae her brither For her brither he struck her wondrous sair Wi cruel straiks an mony He brak her back agin the door For her ain Andrew Lammie "O mither dear, gae mak ma bed An lay ma face tae Fyvie Thair A'll lie an thair A'll die For sake o Andrew Lammie"