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 before I go and leave you.

My love I go to Edinburgh town,

and for a while must leave thee.

She sighed sore and said no more

but I wish that I were with you.

I‘ll bye to the a bridal gown,

my love I‘ll bye it bonny;

But I‘ll be dead ere ye come back,

to see your bonny annie.

If ye'll be true and constant to—

as I am Andrew Lammie,

I shall the wed when I come back,

to see the lands of Fyvie:

I will be true and constant too

to thee my Andrew Lammie;

But my bridal bed or then'll be made

in the green church-yard of Fyvie.

The time is gone and now comes on

my dear that I must leave thee,

If longer here I should appear,

mill of tifty he would see me

I now for ever bid adieu

To thee my Andrew Lammie,

Or ye come back, I will be laid

in the green church yard of Fyvie.

He hied him to the head of the house

to the house top of Fyvie;

He blew his trumpet loud and shrill,