Francis James Child

“ Through life, unhappy is their fate, Because they did controul her. When Andrew hame frae Edinburgh came, With meickle grief and sorrow, "My love has died for me to-day, I’ll die for her to-morrow. "Now I will on to Tiftie’s den, Where the burn runs clear and bonny; With tears I’ll view the bridge of Sleugh, Where I parted last with Annie. "Then will I speed to the churchyard, To The green churchyard of Fyvie, With tears I’ll water my love’s grave, Till I follow Tiftie’s Annie." Ye parents grave, who children have, In crushing them be canny ”

“ At night when all went to their beds, All slept full sound but Annie; Love so opprest her tender breast, Thinking on Andrew Lammie. "Love comes in at my bed side, And love lies down beyond me; Love has posses'd my tender breast, And love will waste my body. "The first time I and my love met Was in the woods of Fyvie; His lovely form and speech so sweet Soon gain'd the heart of Annie. "He called me mistress; I said, No, I’m Tiftie’s bonny Annie ”