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Yes, Mary, tho* the torrent rave
With jealous spite to keep me frae thee,
Its deepest flood Fd bauldly brave,
For ae sweet secret moment wi' thee.
The watch-dog's howling loads the blast,
And makes the nightly wand'rer eerie,
But when the lonesome way is past,
I'll to this bosom clasp my Mary.
Yes, Mary, tho' stern Winter rave,
With a' his storms, to keep me frae thee,
The wildest dreary night I'd brave,
For ae sweet secret moment wi' thee.

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