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At Fyvie's gate there grows a flower |
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It grows both broad and bonnie |
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A daisy in the midst of it |
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Its name is Andrew Lammie |
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O gin that flower were my breast |
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For the love I bear the laddie |
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So blithe and merry I would be |
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And kiss my Andrew Lammie |
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Love I must go to Edinburgh |
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Love I must go and leave thee |
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She sighed full sore and said no more |
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But o gin I were with thee |
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I'll buy my love a wedding gown |
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My love I'll buy it bonnie |
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But I'll be gone ere you come back |
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How I love thee Andrew Lammie |
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Love pines away, love dwines away |
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And love decayed my body |
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And love crept in at my bedfoot |
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And he took possesion of me |
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Her brother beat her wondrous sore |
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Til the strokes they were not canny |
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And he broke her back on yon hall door |
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For loving Andrewa Lammie |
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O mother go and make my bed |
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And lay my head to Fyvie |
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For its there I'll lie and there I'll die |
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For loving Andrew Lammie |
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Syne he's come back from Edinburgh |
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To the bonnie house of Fyvie |
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He's turned his face to the northeast |
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To look for Tifty's Annie |
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Oh East and West where'er I go |
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My love she's always with me |
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Oh East and West where'er I go |
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My love she dwells in Fyvie |
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Oh it's many is the time I've walked at night |
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And never was I weary |
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But now it's I must walk alone |
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For I will not see my deary |