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 It’s there we will renew our love,

Before I go and leave you.

My love I go to Edinburgh town,

And for it while must leave thee;

She sighed sore and said no more,

But I wish that I were with you.

I will be true and constant too,

To thee, my Andrew Lammie—

But my bridal bed or then’ll be made,

In the green churchyard of Fyvie.

The time is one and now comes on

My dear, that I must leave thee—

It longer here I should appear,

Mill of Tifty he would see me.

I’ll buy to thee a bridal gown,

My love, I’ll buy it bonny—

But I’ll be dead ere ye come back,

To see your bonny Annie.

If ye’ll be true and constant too,

As I am Andrew Lammie—

I shall ye wed when I come back

To see the lands of Fyvie.

I now for ever bid adieu

To thee, my Andrew Lammie;

Ere ye come back I will be laid

In the green church-yard of Fyvie.

He hied him to the head of the house,