Andrew Lammie
No: 233; variant: 233B
- 'THERE springs a rose in Fyvie's yard,
And O but it springs bonny!
There's a daisy in the middle of it,
Its name is Andrew Lammie.
- 'I wish the rose were in my breast,
For the love I bear the daisy;
So blyth and merry as I would be,
And kiss my Andrew Lammie.
- 'The first time I and my love met
Was in the wood of Fyvie;
He kissed and he dawted me,
Calld me his bonny Annie.
- 'Wi apples sweet he did me treat,
Which stole my heart so canny,
And ay sinsyne himself was kind,
My bonny Andrew Lammie.'
- 'But I am going to Edinburgh,
My love, I'm going to leave thee;'
She sighd full sore, and said no more,
'I wish I were but wi you.'
- 'I will buy thee a wedding-gown,
My love, I'll buy it bonny;'
'But I'll be dead or ye come back,
My bonny Andrew Lammie.'
- 'I will buy you brave bridal shoes,
My love, I'll buy them bonny;'
'But I'll be dead or ye come back,
My bonny Andrew Lammie.'
- 'If you'll be true and trusty too,
As I am Andrew Lammie,
That you will neer kiss lad nor lown
Till I return to Fyvie.'
- 'I shall be true and trusty too,
As my name's Tifty's Nanny,
That I'll kiss neither lad nor lown
Till you return to Fyvie.'----
- 'Love pines awa, love dwines awa,
Love pines awa my body;
And love's crept in at my bed-foot,
And taen possession o me.
- 'My father drags me by the hair,
My mother sore does scold me;
And they would give one hundred merks
To any one to wed me.
- 'My sister stands at her bower-door,
And she full sore does mock me,
And when she hwars the trumpet sound,----
'Your cow is lowing, Nanny!'
- 'O be still, my sister Jane,
And leave off all your folly;
For I'd rather hear that cow low
That all the kye in Fyvie.
- 'My father locks the door at night,
Lays up the keys fu canny,
And when he hears the trumpet sound,----
'Your cow is lowing, Nanny!'
- 'O hold your tongue, my father dear,
And let be a' your folly;
For I would rather hear that cow
Than all the kye in Fyvie.'
- 'If you ding me, I will greet,
And gentlemen will hear me;
Laird Fyvie will be coming by,
And he'll come in and see me.'
- 'Yea, I will ding you though ye greet
And gentlemen should hear you;
Though Laird Fyvie were coming by,
And did come in and see you.'
- So they dang her, and she grat,
And gentlemen did hear her,
And Fyvie he was coming by,
And did come in to see her.
- 'Mill of Tifty, give consent,
And let your daughter marry;
If she were full of as high blood
As she is full of beauty,
I would take her to myself,
And make her my own lady.'
- 'Fyvie lands ly broad and wide,
And O but they ly bonny!
But I would not give my own true-love
For all the lands in Fyvie.
- 'But make my bed, and lay me down,
And turn my face to Fyvie,
That I may see before I die
My bonny Andrew Lammie.'
- They made her bed, and laid her down,
And turnd her face to Fyvie;
She gave a groan, and died or morn,
So neer saw Andrew Lammie.
- Her father sorely did lament
The loss of his dear Nannie,
And wishd that he had gien consent
To wed with Andrew Lammie.
- But ah! alas! it was too late,
For he could not recall her;
Through time unhappy is his fate,
Because he did controul her.
- You parents grave who children have,
In crushing them be canny,
Lest for their part they break their heart,
As did young Tifty's Nanny.