Luyện nghe bài hát Andrew Lammie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My I go to Edinburgh toon
And for a mon leave ye
O' but be dede afore your return
In the kirkyard o' Fyvie

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

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

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

Her mother she make her bed
And laid her face Fyvie
And its there she lay and its there she
For Love o Andrew