Mill O' Tifty - Old Blind Dogs

Mill O' Tifty - Old Blind Dogs

Альбом
The World's Room
Год
2006
Язык
`English`
Длительность
419050

Below is the lyrics of the song Mill O' Tifty , artist - Old Blind Dogs with translation

Lyrics " Mill O' Tifty "

Original text with translation

Mill O' Tifty

Old Blind Dogs

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"

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