A wicked viper whisper'd her,
That I intended to miscarry;
And said, I'd one was dearer still;
That soon I'd go and leave my Mary.
O my sweet, &c.
I was denied an interview
With my sweet charming lovely deary;
Long has she been parted from me,
Nor can I hear aught of my Mary.
O my sweet, &c.
Oft have I tried to find her out,
But all attempts they do miscarry,
Yet still I hope the time will come
I shall again embrace my Mary.
O my sweet, &c.
Then never, never shall we part,
But happy I'll be with my deary;
No envious wretch again shall come
Between me and my lovely Mary.
O my sweet, &c. C.
I LO'E NE'ER A LADDIE BUT ANE.
Tune—Happy Dick Dawson.
I lo'e ne'er laddie but ane,
He lo'es ne'er a lassie but me,
He promised to make me his ain,
And his ain I surely will be.
