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HIGHLAND MARY.
Words by Burns. Air—"Katharine Ogie." Key-note G minor.
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 farewellO' 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—as 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 ourselves asunder.But, oh! fell death's untimely frost,That nipt my flower so early!Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,That wraps my Highland Mary!
O pale, pale now those rosy lips,I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!And closed for aye the sparkling glanceThat dwelt on me sae kindly!And mouldering now in silent dust,That heart that lo'ed me dearly!But still within my bosom's coreShall live my Highland Mary.
BLITHE WAS SHE.
Words by Burns. Air—"Andro and his cutty gun." Key-note(illegible text).'
Blithe, blithe, and merry was she,Blithe was she but and ben;Blithe by the banks of Erne,And blithe in Glenturit glen.
