The Book of Scottish Song/O Mary, turn awa'

O Mary, turn awa’.

[Air, "What ails this heart o' mine?"]

O, Mary, turn awa'
That bonnie face o' thine,
And dinna, dinna shaw that breast,
That never can be mine.
Can aught o' warld's gear
E'er cool my bosom's care?
Na, na, for ilka look o' thine,
It only feeds despair.

Then, Mary, turn awa',
That bonnie face o' thine;
O dinna, dinna shaw that breast,
That never can be mine!
Wi' love's severest pangs
My heart is laden sair,
And o'er my breast the grass maun grow,
Ere I am free frae care.

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