Her father beat her cruellie,
Sae also did her mother;60
Her sisters sair did scoff at her;
But wae betide her brother!
Her brother beat her cruellie,
Till his straiks they werena canny;
He brak her back, and he beat her sides,65
For the sake o' Andrew Lammie.
"O fie, O fie, my brother dear,
The gentlemen 'll shame ye;
The laird o' Fyvie he's gaun by,
And he'll come in and see me.70
And he'll kiss me, and he'll clap me,
And he will speer what ails me;
And I will answer him again,
It's a' for Andrew Lammie."
Her sisters they stood in the door,75
Sair griev'd her wi' their folly;
"O sister dear, come to the door,
Your cow is lowin on you."
"O fie, O fie, my sister dear,
Grieve me not wi' your folly;80
I'd rather hear the trumpet sound,
Than a' the kye o' Fyvie.
"Love pines away, love dwines away,
Love, love decays the body;
For love o' thee now I maun die—85
Adieu to Andrew Lammie!"
But Tiftie's wrote a braid letter,
And sent it into Fyvie,
Saying, his daughter was bewitch'd
By bonny Andrew Lammie.90