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��ROBERT BURNS

��Highland Mary

'E 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 unfauld her robes,

And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel

O' 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 sweet Highland Mary.

Wi' monie a vow and lock'd embrace

Our parting was fu' tender; And, pledging aft to meet again,

We tore oursels asunder ; But oh ! fell Death's untimely frost,

That nipt my flower sae 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 closed for aye the sparkling glance

That dwelt on me sae kindly ! drumlie] miry.

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