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Our parting was fu' tender;
We tore oursels asunder.
But 0, fell Death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flower sae early!
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, Wha can fill a coward's grave ?
That wraps my Highland Mary!
I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly;
That dwalt on me sae kindly;
And mouldering now in silent dust
That heart that lo'ed me dearly!
Shall live my Highland Mary.
IS THERE FOR HONEST
Ye banks and braes and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,
Your waters never drumlie!
And there the langest tarry !
O’my sweet Highland Mary !
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' tbat?
He's but a cuif for a' that.
His ribband, star, an' a' that,
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
How sweetly bloom'd the gay, green birk,
How rich the hawthorn's blossom, 10 As underneath their fragrant shade
I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my dearie: For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
He gaed wi' Jeanie to the tryste,
O MARY, at thy window be! He danc'd wi' Jeanie on the down,
It is the wish'd, the trysted hour. And, lang ere witless Jeanie wist,
Those smiles and glances let me see, Her heart was tint, ber peace was stown! | That make the miser's treasure poor.