And reproach no more your Annie;
For I'd rather hear that cow to low
Than hae a' the kine in Fyvie.
'I would not for your braw new gown,
And a' your gifts sae many,
That it were told in Fyvie's land
How cruel you are to me.'
Her father struck her wondrous sore,
As also did her mother;
Her sisters always did her scorn,