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 and make her my own lady.

Fyvie lands are far and wide,

and they are wondrous bonny,

But I would not leave my own true love,

for all the lands in Fyvie.

Her father struck her wondrous sore,

as also did her mother.

Her sisters also did her scorn,

but woe be to her brother.

Her brother struck her wondrous sore,

with cruel strokes and many;

He broke her back in the hall-door

for likeing Andrew Lammie.

Alas! my father and mother dear,

why so cruel to your annie?

My heart was broken first by love,

my brother has broken my body;

O mother dear make me my bed,

and lay my face to Fyvie,

Thus will I ly, and thus will die,

for my dear Andrew Lammie.

Ye neighbours hear baith far near,

and pity tifties annie,

Who dies for love of one poor lad

for bonny Andrew Lammie.

No kind of vice ever stained my life,

or hurt my virgin honour;

My youthful heart was won by love,