Luyện nghe bài hát Andrew Lammie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her struck 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 and many
For he broke her back the temple stein
The temple stein o'

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

Her mother she gang her bed
And her face toerd Fyvie
And its there she lay and its there she
For Love o Lammie