Luyện nghe bài hát Andrew Lammie

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

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

Lord he rode by the door
Where lived Annie
His trumpeter rode him
Even this Andrew Lammie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

O' dear 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 her face toerd Fyvie
And its she lay and its there she died
For Love o Lammie