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The kirk was decked at morning tide—
The tapers glimmer'd fair—
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and knight are there.
They sought her both by bower and ha’—
The lady was not seen:—
She's o'er the Border and awa
Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean.
MARY, I BELIEVED THEE TRUE.
Mary, I believed thee true,
And I was blest in thus believing;
But now I mourn that e'er I knew
A girl so fair and so deceiving!
Few have ever loved like me,—
O! I have loved thee too sincerely;
And few have e'er deceived like thee,—
Alas! deceived me too severely!
Fare thee well! yet think a while
On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee;
Who now would rather trust that smile,
And die with thee, than live without thee!
Fare thee well! I'll think of thee—
Thou leav'st me many a bitter token;
For see, distracting woman! see,
My peace is gone, my heart is broken—
Fare thee well!
