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Lord Fyvie he did wring his hands,
Said, "Alas! for Tiftie's Annie;
The fairest Flower's cut down by love,
That e'er sprung up in Fyvie
Said, "Alas! for Tiftie's Annie;
The fairest Flower's cut down by love,
That e'er sprung up in Fyvie
"O woe betide Mill o' Tiftie's pride,
He might have let them marry:
I should have given them both to live
Into the lands of Fyvie
He might have let them marry:
I should have given them both to live
Into the lands of Fyvie
Her father sorely now laments
The loss of his dear Annie:
And wishes he had given consent
To wed with Andrew Lammie.
The loss of his dear Annie:
And wishes he had given consent
To wed with Andrew Lammie.
Her mother grieves both air and late,
Her sisters 'cause they scorn'd her;
Surely her brother doth mourn and grieve
For the cruel usage he'd giv'n her.
Her sisters 'cause they scorn'd her;
Surely her brother doth mourn and grieve
For the cruel usage he'd giv'n her.
But now, alas! it was too late,
For they could not recall her;
Through life, unhappy is their fate,
Because they did control her.
For they could not recall her;
Through life, unhappy is their fate,
Because they did control her.
When Andrew hame from Edinburgh came,
With meikle grief and sorrow;
"My love has died for me to-day,
I'll die for her to-morrow.
With meikle grief and sorrow;
"My love has died for me to-day,
I'll die for her to-morrow.
"Now I will on to Tiftie's den,
Where the burn runs clear and bonny;
With tears I'll view the bridge of Sleugh,[1]
Where I parted last with Annie.
Where the burn runs clear and bonny;
With tears I'll view the bridge of Sleugh,[1]
Where I parted last with Annie.
"Then will I speed to the churchyard,
To the green churchyard of Fyvie:
With tears I'll water my love's grave,
Till I follow Tiftie's Annie."
To the green churchyard of Fyvie:
With tears I'll water my love's grave,
Till I follow Tiftie's Annie."
Ye parents grave, who children have,
In crushing them be canny:
Least when too late you do repent—
Remember Tiftie's Annie.
In crushing them be canny:
Least when too late you do repent—
Remember Tiftie's Annie.
W. BENNETT, PRINTER.
- ↑ In one printed copy, this is "Sheugh," and in a recited copy, it was called "Skew;" which is the right reading, the editor, from his ignorance of the topography of the lands of Fyvie, is unable to say. It is a received superstition in Scotland that, when friends or lovers part at a bridge, they shall never meet again.
