Luyện nghe bài hát Andrew Lammie

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

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

Lord Fyvie he by the door
Where lived Annie
His rode him before
Even same Andrew Lammie

Her cried her to the door
Come here to me my
Did ye see a prettier man
Than the o' Fyvie

Ah she said but sighed fu sore
'Twas alas for bonnie
For she durst not own her was won
By the o' Fyvie

But at night when a' goes to
All sleep true but Annie
Love so oppressed her tender
And love will her body

The first me and my love 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 her wondrous sore
And likewise did her
Her all so did her scorn
But woe be to her

Her struck her wondrous sore
With cruel and many
For he broke her back under the stein
The temple stein o'

O' dear now make my bed
And lay my face to'erd
For I will lie and I die
For o Andrew Lammie

Her she gang make her bed
And laid her toerd Fyvie
And its there she lay and its there she
For Love o Andrew