Luyện nghe bài hát Andrew Lammie

By Mill o Tifty lived a man
In the o' Fyvie
He had a daughter fair
And called her bonnie Annie

Lord Fyvie had a
Whose name was Lammie
And he had the art to gain the
O' o' Tyfty's Annie

Lord he rode by the door
lived Tifty's Annie
His trumpeter rode him
Even same Andrew Lammie

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

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

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

The first me and my love met
Was in the o' Fyvie
He called me I said no
I'm Mill o' Annie

My I go to Edinburgh toon
And for a while mon ye
O' but I'll be dede your return
In the green kirkyard o'

Her father struck her wondrous
And did her mother
Her sisters all so did her
But woe be to her

Her struck her wondrous sore
With cruel and many
For he broke her back under the temple
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 mother she make her bed
And laid her toerd Fyvie
And its she lay and its there she died
For Love o Andrew