Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mill O' Tifty, artist - Old Blind Dogs. Album song The World's Room, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 14.03.2006
Record label: Green Linnet
Song language: English
Mill O' Tifty |
At Mill o' Tifty there lived a man |
In the neighborhood o' Fyvie |
And he had a lovely daughter dear |
Wha’s name was bonnie Annie |
Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter |
By the name o' Andrew Lammie |
And he had the airt tae win the heart |
O' Mill o' Tifty’s Annie |
Lord Fyvie, he cam tae the mill |
Whar lived bonnie Annie |
His trumpeter rade him before |
Even the same Andrew Lammie |
Her mither cried her tae the door |
Sayin', «Come here tae me, my Annie |
Did e’er ye see a bonnier man |
Than the trumpeter o' Fyvie?» |
Nothing she said, but sighing so |
Alas for bonnie Annie |
She darena own, her heart was won |
By the servant Andrew Lammie |
That night as a' gaed tae their beds |
A' sleepit soond but Annie |
Love so repressed, her tender breast |
Thinking on Andrew Lammie |
«The first time my love and I met |
Was in the woods o' Fyvie |
He called me mistress, I said no |
I was Tifty’s bonnie Annie» |
Her faither cam tae hear o' this |
And a letter wrote to Fyvie |
To say his dochter was bewitched |
By the trumpeter o' Fyvie |
Lord Fyvie, he came tae the mill |
Sayin', «What ails ye, bonnie Annie?» |
«Oh it’s a' for love that I’m cast doon |
For the love o' Andrew Lammie» |
«Oh Tifty, Tifty, gie consent |
And let yer dochter marry» |
«Na, it’ll be tae ane o' a higher degree |
Than the servant Andrew Lammie» |
«If she’d been born o' as rich a kin |
As she is rich in beauty |
I wad hae ta’en the lass mysel |
And made her my ain lady» |
«Oh Fyvie’s lands are far and wide |
And they are wondrous bonnie |
But I wadna trade my ain dear love |
No for a' your lands o' Fyvie» |
At this her faither did her scorn |
And likewise did her mither |
Her sisters they did her disown |
Oh but wae’s me for her brither |
Her brither struck her wondrous o’er |
Wi' cruel blows and mony |
He’s broke her back on the temple stane |
A' for likin' Andrew Lammie |
«Oh faither, mither, sisters a' |
Why sae cruel tae yer Annie? |
My heart was broken first by love |
Noo my brither’s broke my body |
Oh mither, mither, mak my bed |
And turn my head to Fyvie |
For it’s there I’ll lie and there I’ll die |
For the servant Andrew Lammie" |