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( 4 ) Then up the tair this trumpeter,

he calls oon and hortly

Pray tell me oon what's this you've done,

to Tiftie's bonny nnie.

Woe betide Mill of Tiftie's pride,

for it has ruin'd many,

He'd not have it aid, that he hould wed,

the trumpeter of Fyvie.

In wicked art I had no part,

not therein am I canny,

True love alone the heart has won,

of Tiftie's bonny nnie,

Where will I find a boy o kind,

that will carry a letter canny,

Who will run on to Tiftie's town,

give it to my love nnie,

Here ye hall and a boy o kind,

who will carry a letter canny,

That will run on to Tiftie's town,

and give it to thy love nnie.

Tiftie he has daughters three,

who all are wond'rous bonny,

But ye'll ken her o'er a' the lave,

give that to bonny nnie

It's up and down in Tiftie's den,

where the burn runs clear and bonny,

There wilt thou come and meet thy love,

thy bonny ndrew Lammie

When wilt thou come and I'll attend,

my love I long to ee thee,

Thou may't come to the bridge of Sheugh,

and there I'll come and meet thee.