Scotland/Scots > Ayrshire melodist, or, The muses' delight

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For dear to me as light and life,
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi’ many a vow and lock’d embrace,
Our parting was fu’ tender,
And pledging aft to meet again,
We tore ourselves asunder.
But oh ! fell death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flower so early;
Now green’s the sod, and cauld’s the clay,,
That wraps my Highland Mary.
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
I aft ha’e kiss’d sae fondly!
And clos’d for ay the sparkling glance
on me sae kindly !
That dwelt on
And mouldering now in silent dust.
That heart that lo’ed me dearly!
But still within my bosom’s care
Shall live my Highland Mary,
Join Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
I wonder what you mean,
To rise sae early in the morning.
And sit sae late at e’en j
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