aCOTCH ?0?. ? ]?Ioand , thy beauties are tame and cloms?e, one who line roam'd on the mountd?m O, for the crags that are wild and majestic, The steep frowning gtories of dark MARY'S DBF_AM? Tile lovely moon had ei'?nbed the Where eagles big abeon the ?d like the 1? of a lovely Brecht joy to eve? ?y's ?; A' but ?eot ?, d?p ? si?p, H? tho?hts on 5? ? at A voi? ?pt saftly on ?r ear, ' Sweet M?, weep nae m? fihe ?ed up ?r ??g To ? from w?n? ?e voi? And the? she ?w h? ?nd? ? Pale, ?nd? on her h?ow ? ? 0 M? d6a?, la?nt nae ma?, I'm ? ?ath's t?aws ?1ow the ?y weeping makes me ? ? b? S?, M?, weep ?e ma? for The wind slept when we left ? bay',' But soon' it waked and raised the ? And God he bore m dow? the deep, Who strave wi' him but strove in v?in! H? stre?ch'd his arm, and took me up, The' laith I was to gang but the?: look frae heaven sboon the storm, ?hto, Mary, weep nae mair for me! Take aft thae bride sheets frae thy bed' Which thou hast faulded down for mo? Unrobe thee of thy earthly stolo-- I'll meet wi' thee in heaven i?' o,?,?,?o?Goo,?le %
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