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But oh ! fell death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flow'r so early ;
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the chy.
That wraps my Highland Mary !
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
I afthaekiss'd sae fondly 1
And clos'd for ay, the sparkling glance
That dwalt on me sae kindly I
And mouldering now in silent dust,
That heart that lo'ed me dearly I
But still within my bosom's core,
Shall live ray Highland Mary.

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