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T Mill o' Tiftie liv'd a man,

in the neighbourhood of Fyvie,

He had a lovely daughter fair

was ca l'd a bonny Annie

Her bloom like the pringing

that salutes the roy morning

With innocence a graceful mien,

her beauteous from adorning.

Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter

whose name was Andrew Lammie,

He had the art to gain the heart,

Of Mil of Tiftie's Annie

Proper he was both young gay,

his like a not in Fyvie.

No one was there that cou d compare

with this ame Andrew Lammie.

Lord Fyvie he rode by the door,

where lived Tiftie's Annie,

His tumpeter rode him before.

even this ame Andrew Lammie,

Her mother call'd her to the door,

come here to me my Annie

Did ever you see a prettier man,

then this trumpeter of Fyvie.

Nothing he aid but ighed ore,

alas! for bonny Annie,

She durt not own her heart was

by the trumpeter of Fyvie.