Luyện nghe bài hát Andrew Lammie

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

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

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

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

Ah she said but sighed fu sore
alas for bonnie Annie
For she not own her heart was won
By the trumpeter o'

But at when a' goes to beds
All sleep true but Annie
so oppressed her tender breast
And love will her body

The time 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 toon
And for a while mon ye
O' but be dede afore your return
In the green o' Fyvie

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

Her brother her wondrous sore
With cruel and many
For he broke her back under the 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 she gang make her bed
And her face toerd Fyvie
And its there she lay and its she died
For Love o Lammie