"Our time is gone, and now comes on, My dear, that I must leave thee; 110 If longer here I should appear, Mill o' Tiftie he would see me."
"I now for ever bid adieu To thee, my Andrew Lammie; Ere ye come back, I will be laid 115 In the green churchyard of Fyvie."
He hied him to the head of the house, To the house top of Fyvie; He blew his trumpet loud and schill; 'Twas heard at Mill o' Tiftie. 120
Her father lock'd the door at night, Laid by the keys fu' canny; And when he heard the trumpet sound, Said, "Your cow is lowing, Annie."
"My father dear, I pray forbear, 125 And reproach no more your Annie; For I'd rather hear that cow to low, Than ha'e a' the kine in Fyvie.
"I would not, for my braw new gown, And a' your gifts sae many, 130 That it were told in Fyvie's land How cruel you are to Annie.
"But if ye strike me, I will cry, And gentlemen will hear me; Lord Fyvie will be riding by, 135 And he'll come in and see me."
At the same time, the Lord came in; He said, "What ails thee, Annie?"
"'Tis all for love now I must die, For bonny Andrew Lammie." 140
"Pray, Mill o' Tifty, gi'e consent, And let your daughter marry."
"It will be with some higher match Than the Trumpeter of Fyvie."
"If she were come of as high a kind 145 As she's adorned with beauty, I would take her unto myself, And make her mine own lady."
"It's Fyvie's lands are fair and wide, And they are rich and bonny; 150 I would not leave my own true love, For all the lands of Fyvie."
Her father struck her wondrous sore, And also did her mother; Her sisters always did her scorn; 155 But woe be to her brother!
Her brother struck her wondrous sore, With cruel strokes and many; He brake her back in the hall door, For liking Andrew Lammie. 160
"Alas! my father and mother dear, Why so cruel to your Annie?
My heart was broken first by love, My brother has broken my body.
"O mother dear, make ye my bed, 165 And lay my face to Fyvie; Thus will I ly, and thus will die, For my love, Andrew Lammie!
"Ye neighbours, hear, both far and near; Ye pity Tiftie's Annie, 170 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, 175 But death will me exoner."
Her mother then she made her bed, And laid her face to Fyvie; Her tender heart it soon did break, And ne'er saw Andrew Lammie. 180
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, 185 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; 190 I should have giv'n them both to live Into the lands of Fyvie."
Her father sorely now laments The loss of his dear Annie, And wishes he had gi'en consent 195 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. 200
But now, alas! it was too late, For they could not recal her; Through life, unhappy is their fate, Because they did controul her.
When Andrew hame from Edinburgh came, 205 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; 210 With tears I'll view the bridge of Sleugh,[L211]
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, 215 Till I follow Tiftie's Annie."
Ye parents grave, who children have, In crushing them be canny, Lest when too late you do repent; Remember Tiftie's Annie. 220
211. "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 again meet."
MOTHERWELL.
THE TRUMPETER OF FYVIE.
"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