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 The fairet flower's cut down by love,

that ever prung in Fyvie

Woe be to Mill o' Tiftie's pride,

he might have let them marry,

I hould have given both to live,

into the lands of Fyvie.

Her father urely now laments

the loss of his dear Annie,

And wihes he had given conent

to wed with Andrew Lammie.

But now alas it was too late,

for be connot recal her.

Thro' life unhappy is his fate,

becaue he did controul her.

When Andrew home from Edinburgh came

with meikle grief and orrow,

My love is dead tor me to day,

I'll die for her the morrow,

Now I will on to Fyvie's den,

where the runs clear and bonny,

With texts I'll view the briggs of Sheugh

where I parted lat with Annie,

Then will I peed to the church yary,

to the green church yard of Fyvie,

With tears I'll water my love's gr.vegrave [sic],

till I follow Tiftie's Annie.

Ye parents grave, who children have,

in cruhing them be canny,

Let when too late ye do repent

remember Tiftie's Annie