Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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192                       ANDREW LAJtMXE.
Lord Fyvie he rode by the door,
Where lived Tiftie's Annie; His trumpeter rode him before,
Even this same Andrew Lammie.              20
Her mother call'd her to the door : " Come here to me, my Annie ;
Did you ever see a prettier man Than this Trumpeter of Fyvie ? "
She sighed sore, but said no more,                   as
Alas, for bonny Annie! She durst not own her heart was won
By the Trumpeter of Fyvie.
At night when they went to their beds, All slept full sound but Annie;                 - a>
Love so opprest her tender breast, Thinking on Andrew Lammie.
" Love comes in at my bed side, And love lies down beyond me;
Love has possess'd my tender breast, 35 And love will waste my body.
" The first time I and my love met
Was in the woods of Fyvie ; His lovely form and speech so sweet
Soon gain'd the heart of Annie.                   *>