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My love I go to Edinburgh,
and for a white muſt leave thee,
⟨She⟩ ſigh'd ſore, and ſaid no more,
but I wiſh I were with thee.
⟨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 Angie
⟨If⟩ you'll be true and conſtant too,
as I am Andrew Lammie,
⟨I⟩ ſhall thee wed when I come back
to ſee the lands of Fyvie.
⟨I⟩ will be true and conſtant too,
to thee my Andrew Lammie,
⟨But⟩ my bridal bed ere then'll be made,
in the green church yard of Fyvie,
Our time is gone, and now comes on,
my dear that I muſt leave thee,
(illegible text) longer here I ſhould appear,
mill o' Tiftie he would ſee me.
⟨I⟩ now forever bid adieu,
to thee my Andrew Lammie,
⟨Are⟩ ye come back, I will be laid,
in the green church-yard of Fyvie.
⟨He⟩ hied him to the head of the the houſe
to the houſe-top of Fyvie,
⟨He⟩ blew his trumpet loud and ſhrill,
'twas heard at Mill o Tiftie:
⟨Her⟩ father lock'd the door at night,
laid up the keys fu' canny,
⟨And⟩ when he heard the trumpet ſound,
ſaid your cow is lowing Annie.
