Mill O' Tifty's Annie



At Mill O' Tifty there lived a man

In the neighborhood of Fyvie

He had a bonnie dochter dear

Whose name was Bonnie Annie



Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter

By the name o' Andrew Lammie

He had the art tae win the heart

O' Mill o' Tifty's Annie



Lord Fyvie he rade by the mill

Whaur lived Tifty's Annie

And his trumpeter rade him before

Even this same Andrew Lammie



Her mother cried her tae the door

Saying, "Come here tae me, my Annie

Did e'er ye see a bonnier man

Than the trumpeter o' Fyvie?"



Nothing she said, but sighing sore

Alas for Bonnie Annie

Love so oppressed her tender breast

Thinking on Andrew Lammie



"Love comes in at my bedside

And love lies doon aside me

Love so oppresses my tender breast

And love will waste my body



"The first time me and my love met

"Twas in the woods o' Fyvie

He ca'd me 'Mistress', I said 'No

I was Tifty's Bonnie Annie'



"It's up and doon in Tifty's den

Where the burn runs clear and bonnie

I've often gane tae meet my love

My bonnie Andrew Lammie"



Her faither cam' tae hear o' this

And a letter wrote tae Fyvie

Tae say his dochter was bewitched

By his servant Andrew Lammie



Lord Fyvie he rade by the mill

"What ails ye, Bonnie Annie?"

"It's a' for love that I maun die

For bonnie Andrew Lammie"



"Oh Tifty, Tifty gie consent

And let your dochter marry

It'll be tae ane o' higher degree

Than the trumpeter o' Fyvie



"Had she been born o' richer kin

As she is rich in beauty

I was hae ta'en the lass mysel'

And made her my ain lady"



"Oh, Fyvie's lands are far and wide

An' they are wondrous bonnie

But I wadnae gie my ain true love

No' for a' your lands o' Fyvie"



At this her faither struck her sore

And likewise did her mother

Her sisters a' they did her scorn

But waes me for her brother



Her brother struck her wondrous sore

Wi' cruel strokes and many

He broke her back on the high ha' door

A' the likin' Andrew Lammie



"Oh faither, mother, sisters a'

Why sae cruel tae your Annie?

My heart was broken first by love

Noo my brother's broke my body



"Oh mother, mother mak' my bed

An' lay my face tae Fyvie

Thus will I lie and will I die

For my ain dear Andrew Lammie"



Child #233

@ballad @family @murder @love

recorded by Jean Redpath on Song of the Seals

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