"Now, Tiftie, ye maun gi'e consent,
And lat the lassie marry."
"I'll never, never gi'e consent
To the Trumpeter of Fyvie."
When Fyvie looked the letter on,95
He was baith sad and sorry:
Says—"The bonniest lass o' the country-side
Has died for Andrew Lammie."
O Andrew's gane to the house-top
O' the bonny house o' Fyvie;100
He's blawn his horn baith loud and shill
O'er the lawland leas o' Fyvie.
"Mony a time ha'e I walk'd a' night,
And never yet was weary;
But now I may walk wae my lane,105
For I'll never see my deary.
"Love pines away, love dwines away,
Love, love, decays the body:
For the love o' thee, now I maun die—
I come, my bonny Annie!"110
FAIR HELEN OF KIRCONNELL.
"The following very popular ballad has been handed down by tradition in its present imperfect state. The affecting incident on which it is founded is well known. A lady, of the name of Helen Irving, or Bell, (for this is disputed by the two clans,) daughter of the Laird of Kirconnell, in Dumfries-shire, and celebrated for her beauty, was beloved by two gentlemen in the neighbourhood. The name of the favoured suitor was Adam Fleming of Kirkpatrick; that of the other has escaped tradition: though it has been alleged that he was a Bell, of Blacket House. The addresses of the latter were, however, favoured by the friends of the lady, and the lovers were therefore obliged to meet in secret, and by night, in the churchyard of Kirconnell, a romantic spot, almost surrounded by the river Kirtle. During one of these private interviews, the jealous and despised lover suddenly appeared on the opposite bank of the stream, and levelled his carabine at the breast of his rival. Helen threw herself before her lover, received in her bosom the bullet, and died in his arms.