Luyện nghe bài hát Andrew Lammie

By Mill o there lived a man
In the o' Fyvie
He had a lovely fair
And they her bonnie Annie

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

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

Her mother cried her to the
Come to me my Annie
Did ye ever see a man
the trumpeter 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 a' goes to beds
All sleep sound but Annie
Love so oppressed her breast
And love will wast her

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

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

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

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

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

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