Lucy's Flittin' (1819)/While Luna in Splendour

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MARY-ANN.

Tune—The Wounded Hussar.

While Luna in splendor wi' silver rays beaming
Illumed, and in radiance adorn'd the green plain
And while sportive meteors aerial were streaming,
I hied me alone to yon wild woody glen.
Along the sweet margin of Glaizart's rough stream,
A youth full of anguish his plaint thus began,
The tears of affection made plain his connexion,
While dolefu' he sung of his love Mary-Ann.

Why, once peerless maid hast thou left me to wander,
Mid scenes sae enchanting thus cheerless to mourn,
Unto these woods wild, through which rivulets meander,
O sweetest of maids, wilt thou never return?
Ah no, never mair shall I see thy loved form,
In yon blest domain sae mysterious to man,
Nae cares thee annoying, thou'rt now peace enjoying,
My lov'd, my lamented, my sweet Mary-Ann.

Disconsolate now by those sweet banks o' Glaizart,
Wi' my mind envelop'd amid clouds o' ⟨despair⟩,
I'll wander remote as if lone in some desert,
And amang these wild scenes bewail my loved fair.
Now naething O waes me, can soothe this my woe,
When this he had breathed out, his visage grew wan,
While his eyes wild were beaming, I left him exclaiming
Adieu now earth's pleasures farewell Mary-Ann

FINIS.