Her father soon a letter wrote,
And sent it on to Fyvie,
To tell his daughter was bewitch'd55
By his servant Andrew Lammie.
When Lord Fyvie had this letter read,
O dear! but he was sorry;
The bonniest lass in Fyvie's land
Is bewitched by Andrew Lammie.60
Then up the stair his trumpeter
He called soon and shortly:
"Pray tell me soon, what's this you've done
To Tiftie's bonny Annie?"
"In wicked art I had no part,65
Nor therein am I canny;
True love alone the heart has won
Of Tiftie's bonny Annie.
"Woe betide Mill o' Tiftie's pride,
For it has ruin'd many;70
He'll no ha'e 't said that she should wed
The Trumpeter of Fyvie.
"Where will I find a boy so kind,
That'll carry a letter canny,
Who will run on to Tiftie's town,75
Give it to my love Annie?"
"Here you shall find a boy so kind,
Who'll carry a letter canny,
Who will run on to Tiftie's town,
And gi'e 't to thy love Annie."80
"It's Tiftie he has daughters three,
Who all are wondrous bonny;
But ye'll ken her o'er a' the lave,
Gi'e that to bonny Annie."
"It's up and down in Tiftie's den,85
Where the burn runs clear and bonny;
There wilt thou come and meet thy love,
Thy bonny Andrew Lammie.