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 by the trumpeter of Fyvie.

At night when all went to their bed,

all sleept full soon but annie;

Love so oppresed her tender breast

thinking on Andrew Lammie.

Love comes in at my bed side,

and love lies down beyond me;

Love so oppresed my tender breast,

and love will waste my body.

The first time me and my love met

was in the wood of Fyvie,

His lovely form, his speech so soft

soon gained the heart of annie,

He called me mistress, I said no,

I‘m tifty‘s bonny annie.

with apples sweet he did me treat,

and kisses soft and mony.

its up and down in tifties den

where the burn runs clear and bonny,

I've often gone to meet my love,

my bonny Andrew Lammie.

But now alas, her father heard

that the trumpeter of Fyvie

Had, had the art to gain the heart

of mill of tiftie's Annie.

Her father soon a letter wrote,

and sent it on to Fyvie,

To tell his daughter was bewitched