The unfortunate maiden's name, according to Buchan, (_Gleanings_, p. 197,) "was Annie, or Agnes, (which are synonymous in some parts of Scotland,) Smith, who died of a broken heart on the 9th of January, 1631, as is to be found on a roughly cut stone, broken in many pieces, in the green churchyard of Fyvie." "What afterwards became of Bonny Andrew Lammie," says Jamieson, "we have not been able to learn; but the current tradition of the 'Lawland leas of Fyvie', says, that some years subsequent to the melancholy fate of poor Tifty's Nanny, her sad story being mentioned, and the ballad sung in a company in Edinburgh when he was present, he remained silent and motionless, till he was discovered by a groan suddenly bursting from him, and _several of the buttons flying from his waistcoat_." At Mill o' Tifty liv'd a man, In the neighbourhood of Fyvie; He had a lovely daughter fair, Was called bonny Annie. Her bloom was like the springing flower 5 That salutes the rosy morning; With innocence and graceful mien Her beauteous form adorning. Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter Whose name was Andrew Lammie; 10 He had the art to gain the heart Of Mill o' Tiftie's Annie. Proper he was, both young and gay, His like was not in Fyvie; No one was there that could compare 15 With this same Andrew Lammie. Lord Fyvie he rode by the door, Where lived Tiftie's Annie; His trumpeter rode him before, Even this same Andrew Lammie. 20 Her mother call'd her to the door: "Come here to me, my Annie; Did you ever see a prettier man Than this Trumpeter of Fyvie?" She sighed sore, but said no more, 25 Alas, for bonny Annie! She durst not own her heart was won By the Trumpeter of Fyvie. At night when they went to their beds, All slept full sound but Annie; 30 Love so opprest her tender breast, Thinking on Andrew Lammie. "Love comes in at my bed side, And love lies down beyond me; Love has possess'd my tender breast, 35 And love will waste my body. "The first time I and my love met Was in the woods of Fyvie; His lovely form and speech so sweet Soon gain'd the heart of Annie. 40 "He called me mistress; I said, No, I'm Tiftie's bonny Annie; With apples sweet he did me treat, And kisses soft and many. "It's up and down in Tiftie's den, 45 Where the burn runs clear and bonny, I've often gone to meet my love, My bonny Andrew Lammie."