Oh, Andrew’s gane to the house-top
O’ the bonny house o’ Fyvie;
He’s blawn his horn baith loud and shrill
O’er the lowland leas o’ Fyvie.
‘Mony a time hae I walked a’ night,
And never yet was weary;
But now I may walk wae my lane,
For I’ll never see my dearie.
‘Love pines away, love dwines away,
Love—love decays the body;