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Wi’ mony a vow and lock’d embrace,
our parting was su’ tender!
And pledging aft to meet again,
we tore ourselves asunder
But oh! fell death’s untimely frost,
that nipt my flow'r so early;
Now green’s the sod, and cauld’s the clay
that wraps my Highland Mary.
our parting was su’ tender!
And pledging aft to meet again,
we tore ourselves asunder
But oh! fell death’s untimely frost,
that nipt my flow'r so early;
Now green’s the sod, and cauld’s the clay
that wraps my Highland Mary.
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
I aft hae kiss’d sae fondly!
And clos d for ay the sparkling glance
that dwelt on me sae kindly!
And mould'ring now in silent dust,
that heart that lo’ed me dearly!
But still within my bosom’s care,
shall live my Highland Mary.
I aft hae kiss’d sae fondly!
And clos d for ay the sparkling glance
that dwelt on me sae kindly!
And mould'ring now in silent dust,
that heart that lo’ed me dearly!
But still within my bosom’s care,
shall live my Highland Mary.
MARY’s DREAM.
The moon had climb’d the highest hill,
which rises o’er the source of Dee,
And from the eastern summit shed
her silver light on tow’r and tree,
When Mary laid her down to sleep,
her thoughts on Sandy far at sea;
When soft and low a voice was heard
say, Mary, weep no more for me.
which rises o’er the source of Dee,
And from the eastern summit shed
her silver light on tow’r and tree,
When Mary laid her down to sleep,
her thoughts on Sandy far at sea;
When soft and low a voice was heard
say, Mary, weep no more for me.
