Jean Redpath
Jean Redpath - Mill O' Tifty's Annie lyrics
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At Mill O' Tifty there lived a man In the neighborhood of Fyvie He had a bonnie dochter dear Whose name was Bonnie Annie Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter By the name o' Andrew Lammie He had the art tae win the heart O' Mill o' Tifty's Annie Lord Fyvie he rade by the mill Whaur lived Tifty's Annie And his trumpeter rade him before Even this same Andrew Lammie Her mother cried her tae the door Saying, "Come here tae me, my Annie Did e'er ye see a bonnier man Than the trumpeter o' Fyvie?" Nothing she said, but sighing sore Alas for Bonnie Annie Love so oppressed her tender breast Thinking on Andrew Lammie "Love comes in at my bedside And love lies doon aside me Love so oppresses my tender breast And love will waste my body "The first time me and my love met "Twas in the woods o' Fyvie He ca'd me 'Mistress', I said 'No I was Tifty's Bonnie Annie' "It's up and doon in Tifty's den Where the burn runs clear and bonnie I've often gane tae meet my love My bonnie Andrew Lammie" Her faither cam' tae hear o' this And a letter wrote tae Fyvie Tae say his dochter was bewitched By his servant Andrew Lammie Lord Fyvie he rade by the mill "What ails ye, Bonnie Annie?" "It's a' for love that I maun die For bonnie Andrew Lammie" "Oh Tifty, Tifty gie consent And let your dochter marry It'll be tae ane o' higher degree Than the trumpeter o' Fyvie "Had she been born o' richer kin As she is rich in beauty I was hae ta'en the lass mysel' And made her my ain lady" "Oh, Fyvie's lands are far and wide An' they are wondrous bonnie But I wadnae gie my ain true love No' for a' your lands o' Fyvie" At this her faither struck her sore And likewise did her mother Her sisters a' they did her scorn But waes me for her brother Her brother struck her wondrous sore Wi' cruel strokes and many He broke her back on the high ha' door A' the likin' Andrew Lammie "Oh faither, mother, sisters a' Why sae cruel tae your Annie? My heart was broken first by love Noo my brother's broke my body "Oh mother, mother mak' my bed An' lay my face tae Fyvie Thus will I lie and will I die For my ain dear Andrew Lammie"