"O gin that flower war in my breast, 5 For the love I bear the laddie; I wad kiss it, and I wad clap it, And daut it for Andrew Lammie. "The first time me and my love met, Was in the woods of Fyvie; 10 He kissed my lips five thousand times, And ay he ca'd me bonny; And a' the answer he gat frae me, Was, My bonny Andrew Lammie!" "'Love, I maun gang to Edinburgh; 15 Love, I maun gang and leave thee;' I sighed right sair, and said nae mair, But, O gin I were wi' ye!" "But true and trusty will I be, As I am Andrew Lammie; 20 I'll never kiss a woman's mouth, Till I come back and see thee." "And true and trusty will I be, As I am Tiftie's Annie; I'll never kiss a man again, 25 Till ye come back and see me." Syne he's come back frae Edinburgh, To the bonny hows o' Fyvie; And ay his face to the nor-east, To look for Tiftie's Annie. 30 "I ha'e a love in Edinburgh, Sae ha'e I intill Leith, man; I hae a love intill Montrose, Sae ha'e I in Dalkeith, man. "And east and west, where'er I go, 35 My love she's always wi' me; For east and west, where'er I go, My love she dwells in Fyvie. "My love possesses a' my heart, Nae pen can e'er indite her; 40 She's ay sae stately as she goes, That I see nae mae like her. "But Tiftie winna gi'e consent His dochter me to marry, Because she has five thousand marks, 45 And I have not a penny. "Love pines away, love dwines away, Love, love, decays the body; For love o' thee, oh I must die; Adieu, my bonny Annie!" 50 Her mither raise out o' her bed, And ca'd on baith her women: "What ails ye, Annie, my dochter dear? O Annie, was ye dreamin'? "What dule disturb'd my dochter's sleep? 55 O tell to me, my Annie!" She sighed right sair, and said nae mair, But, "O for Andrew Lammie!" Her father beat her cruellie, Sae also did her mother; 60 Her sisters sair did scoff at her; But wae betide her brother! Her brother beat her cruellie, Till his straiks they werena canny; He brak her back, and he beat her sides, 65 For the sake o' Andrew Lammie. "O fie, O fie, my brother dear, The gentlemen 'll shame ye; The laird o' Fyvie he's gaun by, And he'll come in and see me. 70