Rigs o' barley (1821)/Lassie wi' the raven locks
LASSIE WI' THE RAVEN LOCKS.
Lassie wi' the raven locks,
Charming lassie, Highland lassie;
Gladly wad I tend thy flocks,
Bonnie Highland Mary, O.
Where Echaig joins the briny tide,
And Cowal's hills spread far and wide,
Alang the winding banks of Clyde,
I met wi' Highland Mary, O.
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Her foot so neatly mark'd the sand,
An' gently wav'd her lily hand,
As, slow, she trac'd the sea-beat strand,
The lovely Highland Mary, O.
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How mildly glanc'd her hazel ee!
Like sun-beams on the dewie lea:———
It stowlins, wyl'd the heart frae me,
The witching smile of Mary O.
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Her eyebrows of a jetty-hue;
Her lips like rose-buds moist wi' dew;
A sweeter face ne'er bless'd in view
Than youthfu' Highland Mary's O.
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Tho' pure the flow'rs that blaw unseen
Amang her native woodlands green,
Yet purer far the heart I ween,
Of artless, Highland Mary, O.
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Let others range from isle to isle,
Where never-ending simmers smile:———
Mair dear the groves o' Ballochyle,
That shelter Highland Mary O.
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I'd, cheerfu', toil frae dawn o' day,
O'er yon lone glen and ferny brae,
Could I but get, by gloaming grey,
Ae blythsome blink of Mary, O.
O may nae cloud the sun o'ercast,
To chill this flow'ret's snawie breast!
Nae reptile's breath untimely blast
The op'ning bloom of Mary, O.
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