Luyện nghe bài hát Andrew Lammie

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

Fyvie had a trumpeter
Whose was Andrew Lammie
And he had the art to the heart
O' o' Tyfty's Annie

Lord Fyvie he by the door
Where Tifty's Annie
His trumpeter him before
Even this Andrew Lammie

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

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

But at night when a' to beds
All sleep sound but Annie
Love so oppressed her breast
And love wast her body

The time me and my love met
Was in the woods o'
He called me I said no
I'm o' Tyfty's Annie

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

Her father her wondrous sore
And likewise did her
Her sisters all so did her
But woe be to her

Her brother struck her sore
With cruel strokes and
For he broke her back under the stein
The temple o' Fyvie

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

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