The Book of Scottish Song/O Mary, ye'se be clad

O Mary, ye’se be clad.

[Written in imitation of the above beautiful lyric, and published in Urbani's collection, adapted to a tune composed by Miss Grace Corbet, while a very young girl.]

O Mary, ye'se be clad in silk,
And diamonds in your hair,
Gin ye'll consent to be my bride,
Nor think on Arthur mair.
Oh, wha wad wear a silken goun,
Wi' tears blindin' their e'e?
Before I break my true love's chain,
I'll lay me down and dee.

For I have pledged my virgin troth,
Brave Arthur's fate to share;
And he has gi'en to me his heart,
Wi' a' its virtues rare.
The mind whase every wish is pure,
Far dearer is to me;
And, ere I'm forced to break my faith,
I'll lay me down and dee.

So trust me, when I swear to thee
By a' that is on high;
Though ye had a' this warld's gear,
My heart ye couldna buy;
For langest life can ne'er repay
The love he bears to me;
And ere I'm forced to break my faith,
I'll lay me down and dee.

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