Highland Mary (Robert Burns) 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 unfald 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` mony 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! 0 pale, pale now, those rosy lips I aft hae kiss`d sae fondly! And clos`d for ay, the sparkling glance, That dwalt on me sae kindly! And mouldering now in silent dust, That heart that lo`ed me dearly! But still within my bosom`s core Shall live my Highland Mary. Tune: Katharine Ogie (389) filename[HIGHMARY play.exe HIGHMARY ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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