361. are fair.
After 43:
But the word soon went up and down,
Through all the lands of Fyvie,
That she was dead and buried,
Even Tiftie’s bonny Annie.
443. flower’s.
451. O woe betide Mill.
After 46:
Her mother grieves both air and late,
361. are fair.
After 43:
But the word soon went up and down,
Through all the lands of Fyvie,
That she was dead and buried,
Even Tiftie’s bonny Annie.
443. flower’s.
451. O woe betide Mill.
After 46:
Her mother grieves both air and late,