Mill O Tiftys Annie Chords - Iona Fyfe

Verse 1

Cadd9 At Mill o’ Tifty, there bade a man N.C. In the neighbourhood o’ Fyvie Cadd9 He had a bonny dother fair, Em7/13 G/B Cadd9 An’ her name was bonny Annie

Verse 2

Cadd9 Her skin was like the springing flo'er Am9 That greets the rosy morning, Cadd9 Her innocence and graceful mien Em7/13 G/B Cadd9 Her beauteous face adorning

Verse 3

Cadd9 Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter, Am9 An’ his name wis Andra Lammie Cadd9 An’ he hid the airt tae win the hairt Em7/13 G/B Cadd9 O’ Mill o Tifty’s Annie

Verse 4

G/B Cadd9 Lord Fyvie he rade by the door Em7/13 D Far dwelt sweet Tifty’s Annie Cadd9 And is trumpeter rode him afore Em7/13 G/B Cadd9 And his name wis Andra Lammie

Verse 5

Cadd9 Her mither ca’ed her tae the door Am9 Come here tae me, my Annie Cadd9 Did ye iver see sic a bonny loon Em7/13 G/B Cadd9 Than the trumpeter o Fyvie?

Verse 6

Cadd9 Naething she said, but signing sore, Am9 Twas alas for bonnie Annie Cadd9 For she durst not own that her hairt wis won Em7/13 G/B Cadd9 By the trumpeter o’ Fyvie

Verse 7

G/B Cadd9 The first time that this couple met, Em7/13 D It was in the wids o’ Fyvie Cadd9 And his handsome face and flatterin tongue Em7/13 G/B Cadd9 Seen won the hairt o’ Annie

Verse 8

C Cdim But her faither cam tae hear o this Em7 Em9 And a letter wrote tae Fyvie C Cdim Tae tell his dother had been bewitched Em7 Am7(b4) By his servant Andra Lammie

Verse 9

C Cdim Faan Fyvie hid the letter read Em7 Em9 He ca’ed for Andra Lammie C Cdim Pray tell me fit is this ye’ve daen Em7 Am7(b4) Tae Mill o' Tifty's Annie

Verse 10

C Cdim In wicked airt, I’ve play nae pairt Em7 Em9 Nor thocht tae injure ony C Cdim For it’s honest love, that won the hairt Em7 Am7(b4) O' Mill o' Tifty's Annie Verse 11 Cadd9 But tae Edinburgh, he wis sent Am9 Tae brak his tie wi Annie Cadd9 For they tocht that she wid seen forget Em7/13 G/B Cadd9 Her love for Andra Lammie Verse 12 Cadd9 And the next time that Lord Fyvie passed Am9 He caught a sicht o Annie Cadd9 An said “If ye cam o higher kin, Em7/13 G/B Cadd9 I wid maak ye my ain lady” Verse 13 G/B Cadd9 Says she “yer lands are far and wide Em7/13 D And they are wonderous bonny Cadd9 But I widna leave my ain dear love Em7/13 G/B Cadd9 For a' the lands o’ Fyvie” Verse 14 Cadd9 C Then her faither bat her wondrous sore C D Wi' cruel strokes and mony Cadd9 C Her sisters also took their score, Em7/13 G/B Am7 G/B But wae be tae her brither Verse 15 Cadd9 C For her brither struck her wonderous sair C D Wi cruel strokes and mony Cadd9 C And he’s broke her back across a stane Em7/13 G/B Am7 G/B All for lovin Andra Lammie Verse 16 G/B Cadd9 Oh mither mother, mak me my bed Em7/13 D An’ lay my face tae Fyvie Cadd9 For it’s there I’ll lie and it’s there I’ll die Em7/13 G/B Cadd9 A’ for loving Andra Lammie Verse 17 Cadd9 Now people here baith far and near Am9 They pity Tifty’s Annie Cadd9 Wha died for lovin one peer lad, Em7/13 G/B Cadd9 For lovin Andra Lammie