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THE TRUMPETER OF FYVIE.

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"The ballad was taken down by Dr. Leyden from the recitation of a young lady (Miss Robson) of Edinburgh, who learned it in Teviotdale. It was current in the Border counties within these few years, as it still is in the northeast of Scotland, where the scene is laid." Jamieson's Popular Ballads, i. 129.

At Fyvie's yetts there grows a flower,

It grows baith braid and bonny;

There's a daisie in the midst o' it,

And it's ca'd by Andrew Lammie.

"O gin that flower war in my breast,5

For the love I bear the laddie;

I wad kiss it, and I wad clap it,

And daut it for Andrew Lammie.

"The first time me and my love met,

Was in the woods of Fyvie;10

He kissed my lips five thousand times,

And ay he ca'd me bonny;

And a' the answer he gat frae me,

Was, My bonny Andrew Lammie!"

"'Love, I maun gang to Edinburgh;15

Love, I maun gang and leave thee;'

I sighed right sair, and said nae mair,

But, O gin I were wi' ye!"

"But true and trusty will I be,

As I am Andrew Lammie;20

I'll never kiss a woman's mouth,

Till I come back and see thee."

"And true and trusty will I be,

As I am Tiftie's Annie;

I'll never kiss a man again,25

Till ye come back and see me."

Syne he's come back frae Edinburgh,

To the bonny hows o' Fyvie;

And ay his face to the nor-east,

To look for Tiftie's Annie.30

"I ha'e a love in Edinburgh,

Sae ha'e I intill Leith, man;

I hae a love intill Montrose,

Sae ha'e I in Dalkeith, man.

"And east and west, where'er I go,35

My love she's always wi' me;

For east and west, where'er I go,

My love she dwells in Fyvie.

"My love possesses a' my heart,

Nae pen can e'er indite her;40

She's ay sae stately as she goes,

That I see nae mae like her.

"But Tiftie winna gi'e consent

His dochter me to marry,

Because she has five thousand marks,45

And I have not a penny.

"Love pines away, love dwines away,

Love, love, decays the body;

For love o' thee, oh I must die;

Adieu, my bonny Annie!"50

Her mither raise out o' her bed,

And ca'd on baith her women:

"What ails ye, Annie, my dochter dear?

O Annie, was ye dreamin'?

"What dule disturb'd my dochter's sleep?55

O tell to me, my Annie!"

She sighed right sair, and said nae mair,

But, "O for Andrew Lammie!"

Her father beat her cruellie,

Sae also did her mother;60

Her sisters sair did scoff at her;

But wae betide her brother!

Her brother beat her cruellie,

Till his straiks they werena canny;

He brak her back, and he beat her sides,65

For the sake o' Andrew Lammie.

"O fie, O fie, my brother dear,

The gentlemen 'll shame ye;

The laird o' Fyvie he's gaun by,

And he'll come in and see me.70

And he'll kiss me, and he'll clap me,

And he will speer what ails me;

And I will answer him again,

It's a' for Andrew Lammie."

Her sisters they stood in the door,75

Sair griev'd her wi' their folly;

"O sister dear, come to the door,

Your cow is lowin on you."

"O fie, O fie, my sister dear,

Grieve me not wi' your folly;80

I'd rather hear the trumpet sound,

Than a' the kye o' Fyvie.

"Love pines away, love dwines away,

Love, love decays the body;

For love o' thee now I maun die—85

Adieu to Andrew Lammie!"

But Tiftie's wrote a braid letter,

And sent it into Fyvie,

Saying, his daughter was bewitch'd

By bonny Andrew Lammie.90

"Now, Tiftie, ye maun gi'e consent,

And lat the lassie marry."

"I'll never, never gi'e consent

To the Trumpeter of Fyvie."

When Fyvie looked the letter on,95

He was baith sad and sorry:

Says—"The bonniest lass o' the country-side

Has died for Andrew Lammie."

O Andrew's gane to the house-top

O' the bonny house o' Fyvie;100

He's blawn his horn baith loud and shill

O'er the lawland leas o' Fyvie.

"Mony a time ha'e I walk'd a' night,

And never yet was weary;

But now I may walk wae my lane,105

For I'll never see my deary.

"Love pines away, love dwines away,

Love, love, decays the body:

For the love o' thee, now I maun die—

I come, my bonny Annie!"110

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