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 Fyvie lands are far and wide,

And they are wonderous bonnie;

But I would not leave my own true love

For all the lands in Fyvie.

Her Father struck her wonderous sore,

As also did her mother,

Her sisters also did her scorn—

But woe be to her brother.

Her brother struck her wonderous sore,

With cruel strokes and many;

He broke her back on the hall door,

For loving Andrew Lammie.

Alas! my father and my mother dear,

Why so cruel to your Annie?

My heart was broken first by love,

My brother has broke my body.

O my mother dear make me my bed,

And lay my face to Fyvie;

Thus will I life, and thus will die,

For my dear Andrew Lammie.

Ye neighbours hear, both far and near,

And pity Tifty’s Annie,

Who dies for love of one poor lad,

For bonnie Andrew Lammie.

No kind of vice e’er stained my life,

Or hurt my virgin honour;

My youthful heart was won by love,

But death will me exoner.

Her mother then she made her bed,

And laid her face to Fyyie;

Her tender heart it soon did break.

And ne’er say Andrew Lammie.