Mill O Tifty

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At Mill o' Tifty there lived a man
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In the neighborhood o' Fyvie
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And he had a lovely daughter dear
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Wha's name was bonnie Annie

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Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter
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By the name o' Andrew Lammie
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And he had the airt tae win the heart
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O' Mill o' Tifty's Annie

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Lord Fyvie, he cam tae the mill
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Whar lived bonnie Annie
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His trumpeter rade him before
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Even the same Andrew Lammie

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Her mither cried her tae the door
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Sayin', "Come here tae me, my Annie
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Did e'er ye see a bonnier man
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Than the trumpeter o' Fyvie?"

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Nothing she said, but sighing so
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Alas for bonnie Annie
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She darena own, her heart was won
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By the servant, Andrew Lammie

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That night as a' gaed tae their beds
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A' sleepit soon but Annie
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Love so repressed, her tender breast
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Thinking of her Andrew Lammie

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"The first time my love and I met
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Was in the woods o' Fyvie
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He called me mistress, I said no
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I was Tifty's bonnie Annie"

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Her faither cam tae hear o' this
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And a letter wrote to Fyvie
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To say his dochter was bewitched
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By the trumpeter o' Fyvie

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Lord Fyvie, he came tae the mill
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Sayin', "What ails ye, bonnie Annie?"
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"Oh it's a' for love that I'm cast doon
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For the love o' Andrew Lammie"

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"Oh Tifty, Tifty, gie consent
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And let yer dochter marry"
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"Na, it'll be tae ane o' a higher degree
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Than the servant Andrew Lammie"

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"If she'd been born o' as rich a kin
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As she is rich in beauty
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I wad hae ta'en the lass myself
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And made her my ain lady"

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"Oh Fyvie's lands are far and wide
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And they are wondrous bonnie
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But I wadna trade my ain dear love
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No for a' your lands o' Fyvie"

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At this her faither did her scorn
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And likewise did her mither
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Her sisters they did her disown
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Oh but wae's me for her brither

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Her brither struck her wondrous o'er
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Wi' cruel blows and mony
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He's broke her back on the temple stane
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A' for likin' Andrew Lammie

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"Oh, faither, mither, sisters a'
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Why sae cruel tae yer Annie?
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My heart was broken first by love
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Noo my brither's broke my body

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Oh mither, mither, mak my bed
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And turn my head tae Fyvie
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For it's there I'll lie and there I'll die
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For the servant Andrew Lammie"

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