And he'll kiss me, and he'll clap me, And he will speer what ails me; And I will answer him again, It's a' for Andrew Lammie." Her sisters they stood in the door, 75 Sair griev'd her wi' their folly; "O sister dear, come to the door, Your cow is lowin on you." "O fie, O fie, my sister dear, Grieve me not wi' your folly; 80 I'd rather hear the trumpet sound, Than a' the kye o' Fyvie. "Love pines away, love dwines away, Love, love decays the body; For love o' thee now I maun die-- 85 Adieu to Andrew Lammie!" But Tiftie's wrote a braid letter, And sent it into Fyvie, Saying, his daughter was bewitch'd By bonny Andrew Lammie. 90 "Now, Tiftie, ye maun gi'e consent, And lat the lassie marry." "I'll never, never gi'e consent To the Trumpeter of Fyvie." When Fyvie looked the letter on, 95 He was baith sad and sorry: Says--"The bonniest lass o' the country-side Has died for Andrew Lammie." O Andrew's gane to the house-top O' the bonny house o' Fyvie; 100 He's blawn his horn baith loud and shill O'er the lawland leas o' Fyvie. "Mony a time ha'e I walk'd a' night, And never yet was weary; But now I may walk wae my lane, 105 For I'll never see my deary. "Love pines away, love dwines away, Love, love, decays the body: For the love o' thee, now I maun die-- I come, my bonny Annie!" 110 FAIR HELEN OF KIRCONNELL.