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 My love I go to Edinburgh,

and for a white mut leave thee,

igh'd ore, and aid no more,

but I wih I were with thee.

buy to thee a bridal gown,

my love I'll buy it bonny,

I'll be dead ere ye come back,

to ee your bonny Angie

you'll be true and contant too,

as I am Andrew Lammie,

hall thee wed when I come back

to ee the lands of Fyvie.

will be true and contant too,

to thee my Andrew Lammie,

my bridal bed ere then'll be made,

in the green church yard of Fyvie,

Our time is gone, and now comes on,

my dear that I mut leave thee,

longer here I hould appear,

mill o' Tiftie he would ee me.

now forever bid adieu,

to thee my Andrew Lammie,

ye come back, I will be laid,

in the green church-yard of Fyvie.

hied him to the head of the the houe

to the houe-top of Fyvie,

blew his trumpet loud and hrill,

'twas heard at Mill o Tiftie:

father lock'd the door at night,

laid up the keys fu' canny,

when he heard the trumpet ound,

aid your cow is lowing Annie.