The Trumpeter of Fyvie
Child #233 (Andrew Lammie) 5:44 V, OM & NS.
A dark domestic tragedy based, allegedly, on true events occurring in 17th century Scotland. Andrew Lammie is Lord Fyvie’ s trumpeter, not of sufficiently high social standing to wed his daughter. The couple fall in love, with tragic consequences when Andrew is forced to leave her alone to the tender mercies of her family.
A dark domestic tragedy based, allegedly, on true events occurring in 17th century Scotland. Andrew Lammie is Lord Fyvie’ s trumpeter, not of sufficiently high social standing to wed his daughter. The couple fall in love, with tragic consequences when Andrew is forced to leave her alone to the tender mercies of her family.
At Fyvie’s gates there grows a flower
It grows both broad and bonny A daisy in the midst of it Its name is Andrew Lammie “O gin that flower were in my breast For the love I bear the laddie So blithe and merry I would be And kiss my Andrew Lammie.” “Love, I must go to Edinburgh Love, I must go and leave thee.” She sighed full sore and said no more But “O gin I were with ye “I shall be true and trusty too As I am Tiftie’s Annie That I’ll kiss neither lad nor loon Till you return to Fyvie.” “I’ll buy you a wedding gown My love, I’ll buy it bonny.” “But I’ll be dead ere you come back My bonny Andrew Lammie.” “I’ll buy you brave bridal shoes My love, I’ll buy them bonny.” “But my bridal bed ere then’ll be made In the green churchyard of Fyvie. “Love dwines away, love pines away And love decays my body And love crept in at my bed-foot And took possession of me.” Her father beat her cruelly So also did her mother Her sister sore did scoff at her But woe be to her brother |
For her brother struck her wondrous sore
Till his strokes they were not canny And he’s broke her back in yon hall-door For liking Andrew Lammie “O make my bed and lay me down And turn my face to Fyvie It’s there I’ll lie until I die For loving Andrew Lammie.” Now he’s come back from Edinburgh To the bonny house of Fyvie And aye he’s turned his face north-east To look for Tiftie’s Annie “I have a love in Edinburgh So have I into Leith, man I have a love into Montrose So have I in Dalkeith, man. “And east and west where’er I go My love she’s always with me For east and west where’er I go My love she dwells in Fyvie.” O Andrew’s gone to the high house-top Of the bonny house of Fyvie And he’s blown his horn both loud and shrill O’er the lowland leas of Fyvie “It’s many a time I’ve walked all night And never yet felt weary But now I must walk all alone For I’ll never more see my deary.” |