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  night when they went to their beds

I lept full ound but Annie

ve to oppret her tender breast,

on Andrew Lammie.

comes in at my bed-ide.

and loves down beyond me

has poet my tender breat,

and love will wate my body.

time I and my love met,

in the wood of Fyvie.

comely frame, his peech o oft,

oon gain'd the heart of Annie.

called me mitres I aid no,

I'm Tiftie's bonny Annie,

apples weet he did me treat,

and kies oft and many

s up and down Tiftie's den,

where the burn runs clear and bouny.

often gone to meet my love,

my bouny Andrew Lammie.

now alas! her father heard,

that the trumpeter of Fyvie,

the art to gain the heart,

of Tiftie's bonny Annie.

father oon a letter wrote,

and ent it on to Fyvie,

To tell his daughter was bewitch,

by his ervant Andrew Lammie.

When Lord Fyvie had this letter read,

O dear! but he was orry:

The bonniet las in Fyvie's land,

is bewitch'd by Andrew Lammie.