God, that woman could sing. It was hearing her at the Crown in Edinburgh as a kid in the '60s that inspired a life-long love of Scots song - I owe her a lot... This song contains one of the greatest verses in the tradition: “It's love comes in at my bedside And love lies doon aside me Love so oppresses my tender breast And love will waste my body"
Beautiful, Jean. This is sometimes called The Mill O Tiftie's Annie. Another great Scots singer, Ray Fisher sang this beautifully. I see that it is on UA-cam, too
Digital Tradition version of Mill O' Tifty's Annie, apparently as sung by Jean Redpath At Mill O' Tifty there lived a man In the neighbourhood of Fyvie He had a bonnie dochter dear Whose name was Bonnie Annie Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter By the name o' Andrew Lammie He had the art tae win the heart O' Mill o' Tifty's Annie Lord Fyvie he rade by the mill Whaur lived Tifty's Annie And his trumpeter rade him before Even this same Andrew Lammie Her mother cried her tae the door Saying, “Come here tae me, my Annie Did e'er ye see a bonnier man Than the trumpeter o' Fyvie?” Nothing she said, but sighing sore Alas for Bonnie Annie Love so oppressed her tender breast Thinking on Andrew Lammie “Love comes in at my bedside And love lies doon aside me Love so oppresses my tender breast And love will waste my body “The first time me and my love met “Twas in the woods o' Fyvie He ca'd me 'Mistress', I said 'No I was Tifty's Bonnie Annie' “It's up and doon in Tifty's den Where the burn runs clear and bonnie I've often gane tae meet my love My bonnie Andrew Lammie” Her faither cam' tae hear o' this And a letter wrote tae Fyvie Tae say his dochter was bewitched By his servant Andrew Lammie Lord Fyvie he rade by the mill “What ails ye, Bonnie Annie?” “It's a' for love that I maun die For bonnie Andrew Lammie” “Oh Tifty, Tifty gie consent And let your dochter marry It'll be tae ane o' higher degree Than the trumpeter o' Fyvie “Had she been born o' richer kin As she is rich in beauty I was hae ta'en the lass mysel' And made her my ain lady” “Oh, Fyvie's lands are far and wide An' they are wondrous bonnie But I wadnae gie my ain true love No' for a' your lands o' Fyvie” At this her faither struck her sore And likewise did her mother Her sisters a' they did her scorn But waes me for her brother Her brother struck her wondrous sore Wi' cruel strokes and many He broke her back on the high ha' door A' the likin' Andrew Lammie “Oh faither, mother, sisters a' Why sae cruel tae your Annie? My heart was broken first by love Noo my brother's broke my body “Oh mother, mother mak' my bed An' lay my face tae Fyvie Thus will I lie and will I die For my ain dear Andrew Lammie”
From Google: At Fyvie's gate there grows a flower It grows both broad and bonnie A daisy in the midst of it Its name is Andrew Lammie O gin that flower were 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 thee I'll buy my love a wedding gown My love I'll buy it bonnie But I'll be gone ere you come back How I love thee Andrew Lammie Love pines away, love dwines away And love decayed my body And love crept in at my bedfoot And he took possesion of me Her brother beat her wondrous sore Til the strokes they were not canny And he broke her back on yon hall door For loving Andrewa Lammie O mother go and make my bed And… Source: Musixmatch
I learned this by ear in the early'70s. These are not copyrighted songs that must be the same, performance after performance. These are true Folk songs, handed down by ear. Doneright, no two singers sound the same or use exactly thr same verses. Sometimes it's just a matter of what one can remember in the moment.
This recording has been sped up. It's just enough faster that it doesn't sound like Redpath's voice -- her soprano was much richer than this elf-like sound.
You should hear if you haven't already, her recording of Bonnie at Morn. I love that song, and her voice is beautiful, but it is much too fast. Is it just my impression - I sometimes find that certain remastered recordings sound faster than they should.
Are you sure it's sped up? I have some of her early recordings and she sounds very different as someone in her 20's than she did as a more mature singer. I don't have this one tho.
such a wonderful old Child ballad. I love Jean Redpath's voice and rendition of this.
It's always a pleasure to hear Jean Redpath sing ! This sad song is especially beautiful. Hadn't heard it in many years.
Wonderful and sensitive treatment of this great old ballad !
God, that woman could sing. It was hearing her at the Crown in Edinburgh as a kid in the '60s that inspired a life-long love of Scots song - I owe her a lot...
This song contains one of the greatest verses in the tradition:
“It's love comes in at my bedside
And love lies doon aside me
Love so oppresses my tender breast
And love will waste my body"
This song has haunted me for 40 years
Pure beauty. Scots clarity and rigour. Honour killing, as if this is new.
Great version of this ballad.
Beautiful, Jean. This is sometimes called The Mill O Tiftie's Annie. Another great Scots singer, Ray Fisher sang this beautifully. I see that it is on UA-cam, too
smashin'
super beautiful...
Beautiful!!!!!
Oh that voice x
Always loved the Boys of the Lough version sung by Dick Gaughan, but this is even better. Such a sad song.
Anyone able to provide the lyrics for this? Couldn't find the complete lyrics online
Digital Tradition version of Mill O' Tifty's Annie, apparently as sung by Jean Redpath
At Mill O' Tifty there lived a man
In the neighbourhood of Fyvie
He had a bonnie dochter dear
Whose name was Bonnie Annie
Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter
By the name o' Andrew Lammie
He had the art tae win the heart
O' Mill o' Tifty's Annie
Lord Fyvie he rade by the mill
Whaur lived Tifty's Annie
And his trumpeter rade him before
Even this same Andrew Lammie
Her mother cried her tae the door
Saying, “Come here tae me, my Annie
Did e'er ye see a bonnier man
Than the trumpeter o' Fyvie?”
Nothing she said, but sighing sore
Alas for Bonnie Annie
Love so oppressed her tender breast
Thinking on Andrew Lammie
“Love comes in at my bedside
And love lies doon aside me
Love so oppresses my tender breast
And love will waste my body
“The first time me and my love met
“Twas in the woods o' Fyvie
He ca'd me 'Mistress', I said 'No
I was Tifty's Bonnie Annie'
“It's up and doon in Tifty's den
Where the burn runs clear and bonnie
I've often gane tae meet my love
My bonnie Andrew Lammie”
Her faither cam' tae hear o' this
And a letter wrote tae Fyvie
Tae say his dochter was bewitched
By his servant Andrew Lammie
Lord Fyvie he rade by the mill
“What ails ye, Bonnie Annie?”
“It's a' for love that I maun die
For bonnie Andrew Lammie”
“Oh Tifty, Tifty gie consent
And let your dochter marry
It'll be tae ane o' higher degree
Than the trumpeter o' Fyvie
“Had she been born o' richer kin
As she is rich in beauty
I was hae ta'en the lass mysel'
And made her my ain lady”
“Oh, Fyvie's lands are far and wide
An' they are wondrous bonnie
But I wadnae gie my ain true love
No' for a' your lands o' Fyvie”
At this her faither struck her sore
And likewise did her mother
Her sisters a' they did her scorn
But waes me for her brother
Her brother struck her wondrous sore
Wi' cruel strokes and many
He broke her back on the high ha' door
A' the likin' Andrew Lammie
“Oh faither, mother, sisters a'
Why sae cruel tae your Annie?
My heart was broken first by love
Noo my brother's broke my body
“Oh mother, mother mak' my bed
An' lay my face tae Fyvie
Thus will I lie and will I die
For my ain dear Andrew Lammie”
Try looking in Mudcat. Might find it under Mill O Tiftie's Annie. Also it might be in the Child Ballad collections. There are 5 volumes.
From Google:
At Fyvie's gate there grows a flower
It grows both broad and bonnie
A daisy in the midst of it
Its name is Andrew Lammie
O gin that flower were 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 thee
I'll buy my love a wedding gown
My love I'll buy it bonnie
But I'll be gone ere you come back
How I love thee Andrew Lammie
Love pines away, love dwines away
And love decayed my body
And love crept in at my bedfoot
And he took possesion of me
Her brother beat her wondrous sore
Til the strokes they were not canny
And he broke her back on yon hall door
For loving Andrewa Lammie
O mother go and make my bed
And…
Source: Musixmatch
That's definitely not the lyrics to this version.
@@galaxyanimal "I only know what I read."
@@danielpauldavis You have ears, don't you.
@@galaxyanimal Only recently, tho I can't guess how that question asks anything meaningful. You read as if you are trying to insult me.
I learned this by ear in the early'70s. These are not copyrighted songs that must be the same, performance after performance. These are true Folk songs, handed down by ear. Doneright, no two singers sound the same or use exactly thr same verses.
Sometimes it's just a matter of what one can remember in the moment.
Anyone know which album this is from? I can't find it on iTunes.
From Song of the Seals by the name of 'Mill O' Tifty's Annie'.
Thank you! Coincidentally, I just read that the song has another title but somehow didn't connect the dots. I just love this song.
This recording has been sped up. It's just enough faster that it doesn't sound like Redpath's voice -- her soprano was much richer than this elf-like sound.
You should hear if you haven't already, her recording of Bonnie at Morn. I love that song, and her voice is beautiful, but it is much too fast. Is it just my impression - I sometimes find that certain remastered recordings sound faster than they should.
Are you sure it's sped up? I have some of her early recordings and she sounds very different as someone in her 20's than she did as a more mature singer. I don't have this one tho.