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Her ſiſters always did her ſcorn,
but woe be to her brother,
Her brother ſtruck her wonderous ſore
with cruel ſtrokes and many
He brake her back in the hal door,
for liking Andrew Lammie
Alas i my father and mother dear,
Why ſo cruel to your Annie,
My heart was broken firſt by love,
my brother has broken my body.
Mother dear make ye my bed,
and lay my face to Fyvie
Thus will I ly and thus will die,
for my love Andrew Lammie.
Ye neighbours here both far and near,
Ye pity Tiftie's Annie,
Who dies for love of one poor lad.
for bonny Andrew Lammie
⟨No⟩ kind of vice e'er ſtain'd my life,
⟨nor⟩ hurt my virgin honour,
My youthful heart was won by love,
but death will me exhonour.
Her mother then ſhe made her bed,
and laid her face to Fyvie
Her lovely heart it soon did break,
and ne'er ſaw Andrew Lammie.
But the word ſoon went up and down,
through all the lands of Fyvie,
That ſhe was dead and buried,
even Tiftie's bonny Annie,
Lord Fyvie he did wring his hands,
ſaid alas! for Tiftie's Annie,
