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 by his servant Andrew Lammie.

Then up the stair his trumpeter

he called soon and shortly,

Pray tell me soon what‘s this you've done

to tifties bonny Annie?

Wo be to mill of tifties pride,

for it has ruined many;

They‘ll not have‘t said that she should wed

the trumpeter of Fyvie.

In wicked art I had no part,

nor therein am I canny;

True love alone the heart has won,

of tifties bonny annie.

Where will I find a boy so kind,

that will carry a letter canny,

Who will run to tifties town,

give it to my love annie.

Tiftie he has daughters'three,

who all are wondrous bonny.

But ye‘ll ken her o‘er a the rest,

give that to bonny annie.

Its up and down in tifties den,

where the burn runs clear and bonny,

Their wilt thou come and I'll attend,

my love I long to see thee;

Thou mayest come to the bridge of slugh,

and there I'll come and meet thee;

and there we will renew our love.