Luyện nghe bài hát Andrew Lammie

By Mill o there lived a man
In the neighbourhood o'
He had a daughter fair
And they called her Annie

Lord Fyvie had a
Whose was Andrew Lammie
And he had the art to the heart
O' Mill o' Annie

Fyvie he rode by the door
Where Tifty's Annie
His rode him before
this same Andrew Lammie

Her mother cried her to the
here to me my Annie
Did ye ever see a man
Than the trumpeter o'

Ah nothing she said but fu sore
alas for bonnie Annie
For she durst not own her was won
By the o' Fyvie

But at night a' goes to beds
All sleep true sound but
Love so her tender breast
And will wast her body

The first time me and my met
Was in the o' Fyvie
He me mistress I said no
I'm Mill o' Tyfty's

My love I go to toon
And for a while mon ye
O' but I'll be afore your return
In the kirkyard o' Fyvie

Her father struck her sore
And did her mother
Her all so did her scorn
But woe be to her

Her brother her wondrous sore
With strokes and many
For he her back under the temple stein
The temple stein o'

O' mother now make my bed
And lay my face Fyvie
For I will lie and I die
For love o Lammie

Her mother she gang her bed
And her face toerd Fyvie
And its there she lay and its she died
For Love o Andrew