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Flaky snaw decks white the plain,
Where Nature bloom'd sae cheery, O,
Hoary frost o'erspreads the dell,
Glazing firm each crysta rill;
They mind me o' thy fick e sel,
My fair yet faithless Mary, O.
I lanely tread each trackless way,
Whare with thee, Mary, I did stray;
My heart's oppress'd wi grief and wae,
Thou'rt false, and a' looks dreary, O.
The snaw-clad hills o'ertap the clouds,
The hares rin tim'rous thro' the woods,
The trees, forsaken by their buds,
Are emblems o' my Mary, O.
A' around deserted looks,
Tangies fringe the barren rocks,
While bairnies by the ingle nooks,
Tell taes that mak them eerie, O.
Storms may rage and tempests roar,
Restless billows beat the shore,
Joy on earth. I'll find no more,
Unless wi' thee, my Mary, O.
FINIS.
