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At Mill of Tifty lived a man

In the neighbourhood of Fyvie,

He had a lovely daughter fair,

Was called bonny Annie.

Her bloom was like the springing flower,

That hails the rosy morning.

With innocence and graceful mien,

Her beauteous form adorning.

Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter,

Whose name was Andrew Lammie He had the art to gain the heart

Of Mill of Tiftie’s Annie.

Proper he was, both young and gay

His like was not in Fyvie,

Nor was one there that could compare

With this same Andrew Lammie.

Lord Fyvie he rode by the door,

Where lived Tiftie’s Annie

His trumpeter rode him before,

Even the handsome trumpeter, ca'd Lammie.

Her mother called her to the door,

Come here to me my lovie,

Did you e’er see a prettier man

Than the trumpeter of Fyvie.