O Andrew’s gane to the house-top
O the bonny house o Fyvie,
He’s blawn his horn baith loud and shill
Oer the lawland leas o Fyvie.
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‘Mony a time hae I walkd a’ night,
And never yet was weary;
But now I may walk wae my lane,
For I’ll never see my deary.
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