Thou mayest come to the Brig of Shigh,
And there I’ll come and meet thee;
It’s there we will renew our love
Before I go and leave you.
My love I go to Edinburgh town,
And for a while must leave thee;
She sighed sore, and said no more.
But a wish that I were with you.
I will be true and constant too,
To thee, my Andrew Lammie,
But my bridal bed will then be made.
In the green church-yard of Fyvie.
The time is gone and now comes on.
My dear, that I must leave thee—
If longer here I should appear.
Mill of Tifty he would see me.
I’ll buy to thee a bridal gown,
My love I’ll buy it bonny—
But I’ll be dead ere ye come back
To see your bonny Annie.
If ye’ll be true and constant too.
As I am Andrew Lammie,
I shall ye wed when I come back
To see the lands of Fyvie.
I now for ever bid adieu
To thee, my Andrew Lammie,
Ere ye come back I will be laid
In the green church-yard of Fyvie.
