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 it was heard at mill of tiftie.

Her father locked the door at night,

laid by the keys fu cannie;

And when he heard the trumpet sound

said your cow is lowing annie.

My father dear, I pray forbear,

and reproach not your annie,

I'd rather hear that cow to low

than all the kye of Fyvie:

I would not for my braw new gown,

and a your gifts so many,

That it were told in Fyvie land

how cruel ye're to your annie.

But if ye strick me I will cry

and gentlemen will hear me

Lord Fyvie will be riding by,

and he'll come in and see me.

At the same time the lord came in,

he said what ails the annie?

It's all for love now I must die,

for bonny Andrew Lammie,

Pray mill of tiftie give consent,

and let your daughter marry;

It will be with some higher match

than the trumpeter of Fyvie.

If she were come of as high a kind

as she's advanced in beauty,

I would take her unto myself,