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A cosey house and canty wife,
Keeps ay a body cheerly;
And pantry stow'd wi' meal and maut,
It answers unco rarely.
But up in the morning, na, na na,
Up in the morning early;
The gowans maun glent on bank & brae
When I rise in the morning early.
MARYS DREAM.
The lovely moon had climb'd the hill
Where eagles big aboon the Dee,
And like looks of a lovely dame,
Brought joy to every body's ee;
A' but sweet Mary, deep in sleep,
Her thoughts on Sandie far at sea;
A voice drap saftly on her ear,
'Sweet Mary, weep nae mair for me!'
She lifted up her waukening een,
To see from whence the voice might be,
and there she saw her Sandie stand,
Pale, bending on her his hollow ee!
O Mary, dear, lament nae mair,
I'm in death thraws below the sea;
Thy weeping makes me sad in bliss,
Sae, Mary weep nae mair for me!
