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⟨At⟩ night when they went to their beds
I ſlept full ſound but Annie
(illegible text)ve to oppreſt her tender breast,
⟨Thinking⟩ on Andrew Lammie.
⟨Love⟩ comes in at my bed-ſide.
and loves ⟨her⟩ down beyond me
⟨Love⟩ has poſſeſt my tender breaſt,
and love will waſte my body.
⟨The⟩ ⟨firſt⟩ time I and my love met,
⟨'Twas⟩ in the wood of Fyvie.
⟨His⟩ comely frame, his ſpeech ſo ſoft,
ſoon gain'd the heart of Annie.
(illegible text) called me miſtreſs I ſaid no,
I'm Tiftie's bonny Annie,
⟨With⟩ apples ſweet he did me treat,
and kiſſes ſoft and many
(illegible text)s up and down Tiftie's den,
where the burn runs clear and bouny.
⟨I've⟩ often gone to meet my love,
my bouny Andrew Lammie.
⟨But⟩ now alas! her father heard,
that the trumpeter of Fyvie,
⟨Had⟩ the art to gain the heart,
of Tiftie's bonny Annie.
⟨Her⟩ father ſoon a letter wrote,
and ſent it on to Fyvie,
To tell his daughter was bewitch,
by his ſervant Andrew Lammie.
When Lord Fyvie had this letter read,
O dear! but he was ſorry:
The bonnieſt laſs in Fyvie's land,
