HIGHLAND MARY.
Ye banks and braes, and streams around
the Castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flow'rs,
your waters never drumlie:
There simmer first unfaulds ber robes,
and there they langest tarry;
For there I took the last fareweel
of my dear 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 sweet Higland Mary.
Wi' mony 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 flow’r so early;
Now green’s the sod, and cauld’s the Clay,
thav wraps my Highland Mary.
O pale, pale new, 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
F I N I S.
T. Johnston, Printer, Falkirk
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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