Mill o’ Tifty’s Annie - by
At Mill O’ Tifty there lived a man
In the neighborhood of Fyvie
He had a bonnie dochter dear
Whose name was Bonnie Annie
At Mill O’ Tifty there lived a man
In the neighborhood of Fyvie
He had a bonnie dochter dear
Whose name was Bonnie Annie
carries the guid Scots tongue in her heid
/ all the way to London
/
/ where it becomes like the kitchen china
/ worn and cracked…
Embro my ain, ye are aye meant
/ tae be a city o middle-class douceness
/ …
“Aa ony o us ever wantit was a hoose in Jeffrey Street”
/ – Old lady, reminiscing on her life in the…
The laird o’ Cockpen, he’s proud an’ he’s great,
/ His mind is ta’en up wi’ the things o’ the…
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