And lay my face to Fyvie;
There will I lie, and thus will die,
For my love, Andrew Lammie.'
Her mother she has made her bed,
And laid her face to Fyvie;
Her tender heart it soon did break,
And she ne'er saw Andrew Lammie.
When Andrew home from Edinburgh came,
With mickle grief and sorrow:
'My love has died for me to-day,