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O tell na me of wind and rain,
Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,
Gae back the gate ye.came again,
I winna let you in, jo.
O' let me, &c.
Highland Mary.
Ye banks and braes, and streams around
The castle of Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
{[em}}Your waters never drumlie.
There summer first unfaulds her robes,
And there they langest tarry,
For there I took the last farewell
Of my dear Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,
How rich the hawthorn's blossom;
As underneath the 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 dear Highland Mary.
Wi‘mony a vow and lock'd embrace,
Our parting was fu' tender;
