For other versions of this work, see Highland Mary (Burns).
Highland Mary.
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around,
the Castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods and fair your flowers,
your waters never drumlie!
There simmer first unfaulds her robes,
and there they langest tarry;
And there I took the last farewell
of my sweet Highland Mary.
the Castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods and fair your flowers,
your waters never drumlie!
There simmer first unfaulds her robes,
and there they langest tarry;
And there I took the last farewell
of my sweet Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloom'd the gay, green birk,
how rich the hawthorn's blossom,
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 dear Highland Mary
how rich the hawthorn's blossom,
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 dear Highland Mary
Wi' monie a vow and lock'd embrace
our parting was fu' tender;
And, pledging aft to meet again,
we tore ourselves asunder.
But oh; fell death's untimely frost,
that nipt my flower so early!
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay
that wraps my Highland Mary!
our parting was fu' tender;
And, pledging aft to meet again,
we tore ourselves asunder.
But oh; fell death's untimely frost,
that nipt my flower 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 aye, the sparkling glance
that dwelt on me sae kindly!
And mouldering now in silent dust,
the heart that lo'ed me dearly!
But still, within my bosom's core,
shall live my Highland Mary,
I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!
And clos'd, for aye, the sparkling glance
that dwelt on me sae kindly!
And mouldering now in silent dust,
the heart that lo'ed me dearly!
But still, within my bosom's core,
shall live my Highland Mary,