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204 THE TKUMPETEK OP FTVIE.
Her father beat her cruellie, 55
Sae also did her mother; 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,
For the sake o' Andrew Lammie.
" 0 fie, O fie, my brother dear,
The gentlemen '11 shame ye; The laird o' Fyvie he's gaun by, es
And he'll come in and see me.
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." 70
Her sisters they stood in the door, Sair griev'd her wi' their folly;
" O sister dear, come to the door, Your cow is lowin on you."
" O fie, 0 fie, my sister dear, «
Grieve me not wi' your folly; I'd rather hear the trumpet sound,
Than a' the kye o' Fyvie. |
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