Luyện nghe bài hát Andrew Lammie

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

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

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

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

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

But at night a' goes to beds
All sleep true but Annie
Love so oppressed her tender
And love wast her body

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

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

Her struck her wondrous sore
With cruel strokes and
For he broke her back under the temple
The temple stein o'

O' mother dear now my bed
And lay my to'erd 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 there she
For Love o Andrew