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MARYS DREAM.
The lovely moon had climbed the h
Where eagles big aboon the Dee,
And like the looks of a lovely dame,
Brought joy to every body's ee;
A' but Mary deep in sleep,
Her thoughts on Sandie far at sea;
A voice drapt saftly on her ear,
'Sweet Mary, weep nae mair for me.'
She lifted up her waukening een,
To see from whence the voice might be,
And there she saw her Sandie stand.
Pale, bending on her his hollow ee!
'O Mary, dear, lament nae mair.
I'm in death's thraws below the sea;
Thy weeping makes me sad in bliss,
Sae, Mary, weep nae mair for me,
'The wind slept when we left the bay,
But soon it waked, and raised the main,
And God he bore up down the deep,
Who strave wi' him but ⟨strave⟩ in vain
He stretch'd his arm and took me up,
Tho' laith I was to gang but thee;
I look frae heaven aboon the storm,
Sae, Mary, weep nae mair for me.
