| At Fyvie’s gate there grows a flower
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| It grows both broad and bonnie
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| At days the end amidst of it
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| Its name is Andrew Lammie
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| O give that flower within my breast
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| For the love I burn in body
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| So bright and merry I would be
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| And kiss my Andrew Lammie
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| Love I must go to Edinburgh
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| Love I must go and leave thee
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| She sighed full sore and saddened though
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| But augie lie though with thee
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| I’ll buy my love a wedding gown
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| My lover bright and bonnie
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| But I’ll be gone I ain’t looking back
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| How I love thee Andrew Lammie
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| Both times away so often whines away
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| I love to cake my body
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| And love could turn up my idle foot
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| And he took his asha off me
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| Her brother beat her wondrous sore
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| To the strokes they were not canny
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| An he broke her back in yon half door
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| For the vain An family
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| O mother go and make my bed
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| And lay my hat to Fyvie
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| For its that and lie and I will die
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| For the vain Andrew Lammie
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| Since he’s come back from Edinburgh
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| To the bonnie house of Fyvie
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| He’s turned his face to rim of peace
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| To work the turf his Annie
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| Oh East and West where’er I go
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| My love she always with me
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| Oh East and West where’er I go
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| My love she dwells in Fyvie
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| Oh its many is the time
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| I have walked behind
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| And never was I weary
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| But now is the time I must walk alone
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| For I will not see my deary |