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As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke,
Wha for Scotland's king and law When plundering herds assail their byke;2 Freedom's sword will strongly draw, As open pussie's mortal foes,
Freeman stand or freeman fa', 15 When, pop! she starts before their nose; Let him follow me! As eager runs the market-crowd, When “Catch the thief!” resounds aloud; By oppression's woes and pains! So Maggie runs, the witches follow,
199 By your sons in servile chains! Wi' monie an eldritch“ skriech and hollo. We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free! Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy Lay the proud usurpers low! fairin!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Let us do or die!
O Mary, at thy window be,
It is the wished, the trysted hour! For Nannie, far before the rest,
Those smiles and glances let me see, Hard upon noble Maggie prest,
That make the miser's treasure poor: And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle;8
How blythely wad I bide the stoure, 5 But little wist she Maggie's mettle
A weary slave frae sun to sun, Ae spring brought aff her master hale, 215 Could I the rich reward secure, But left behind her ain grey tail:
The lovely Mary Morison. The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. Yestreen when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', 10 Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read, To thee my fancy took its wing, Ilko man and mother's son, take heed, 220 I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Whene'er to drink you are inclined, Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, 11 Or cutty-sarks run in your mind,
the toast of a' the town, Think, ye may buy the joys o'er dear,
I sighed, and said among them a', 15 Remember Tam o' Shanter's Mare.
“Ye are na Mary Morison.”
Wha will be a traitor knave?
CHORUS.—Green grow the rashes, 0;
Green grow the rashes, 0;
8 the hare's. * unearthly. 5 reward.
6 bridge. 7 devil.
My minnie24 does constantly deave25 me,
And bids me beware o' young men; They flatter, she says, to deceive me; 15
We twa hae paidledo i' the burn, 10
From mornin' sun till dine;11 But seas between us braidla hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne. 1 worldly. a quiet. s topsy-turvy. 4 sedate. pint-cup. 6 hillsides. 7 daisies.
But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen?
& foot. o paddled. 10 brook.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart o, Willie brewed a peck o' maut, is not here;
An' Rob an' Allan cam to see: My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing Three blyther hearts that lee-lang!night the deer;
Ye wad na found in Christendie.
1 mouth. : spring.
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon, praise;
How can ye blume sae fair? My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring How can ye chant, ye little birds, stream,
And I sae fu' o' care? Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, 5
That sings upon the bough; Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds Thou minds me o' the happy days, thro' the glen,
5 When my fause luve was true. Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon-thorny den,
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming Thou sings beside thy mate; forbear,
For sae I sat, and sae I sang, I charge you disturb not my slumbering And wist na o' my fate. fair.
Aft hae I roved by bonie Doon
15 Far marked with the courses of clear And sae did I o' mine.
winding rills; There daily I wander as noon rises high, Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my
Frae aff its thorny tree; eye.
And my fause luver stawło my rose I little drop.
But left the thorn wi' me.
AE FOND KISS
But O! fell death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flower sae early! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, Ae farewell, and then forever!
That wraps my Highland Mary! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, 25 Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, 5
I aft hae kissed sae fondly! While the star of hope she leaves him?
And closed for ay the sparkling glance, Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;
That dwalt on me sae kindly! Dark despair around benights me. And mouldering now in silent dust,
That heart that lo'ed me dearly! I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
But still within
bosom's core Naething could resist my Nancy;
Shall live my Highland Mary.
Duncan Gray came here to woo, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!)
On blythe Yule night when we were fou, Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!
(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!) Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!
Maggie coost her head fu high,
5 Thine be ilka? joy and treasure,
Looked asklents and unco skeigh, Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure! 20 Gart10 poor Duncan stand abeigh;11 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ha, ha, the wooin o't! Ae farewell, alas, forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Duncan fleeched, 12 and Duncan prayed; Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!
(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!) Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig,
(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!) HIGHLAND MARY
Duncan sighed baith out and in,
Grat13 his een14 baith bleer't15 and blin', Ye banks, and braes, and streams around Spak o' lowpin 16 o'er a linn;17
15 The castle o' Montgomery,
Ha, ha, the wooin o't!
Time and chance are but a tide,
(Ha ha, the wooin o't!)
5 And there the langest tarry;
Slighted love is sair to bide, 18 For there I took the last fareweel,
(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!) O’ my sweet Highland Mary.
“Shall I, like a fool," quoth he,
"For a haughty hizzie19' die?
How rich the hawthorn's blossom, 10 Ha, ha, the wooin o't!
How it comes let doctors tell,
25 The golden hours on angel wings
(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!) Flew o'er me and my dearie;
Meg grew sick as he grew hale, For dear to me as light and life,
(Ha, ha, the wooin o't!)
15 Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Something in her bosom wrings,
30 Wi' monie a vow and locked embrace And O! her een, they spak sic things! Our parting was fu' tender;
Ha, ha, the wooin o't! And, pledging aft to meet again,
. very shy. We tore oursels asunder;
17 waterfall every 3 hills. muddy.