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And Cowal's hills spread far and wide,
Alang the winding banks of Clyde,
I met wi' Highland Mary, O.
Lassie wi' &c.
Her foot so neatly mark'd the sand,
An' gently wav'd her lily hand,
As, slow, she trac'd the sea-beat strand,
The lovely Highland Mary, O.
Lassie wi', &c.
How mildly glanc'd her hazel ee!
Like sun-beams on the dewie lea:———
It stowlins, wyl'd the heart frae me,
The witching smile of Mary O.
Lassie wi', &c.
Her eyebrows of a jetty-hue;
Her lips like rose-buds moist wi' dew;
A sweeter face ne'er bless'd in view
Than youthfu' Highland Mary's O.
Lassie wi', &c.
Tho' pure the flow'rs that blaw unseen
Amang her native woodlands green,
Yet purer far the heart I ween,
Of artless, Highland Mary, O.
Lassie wi', &c.
