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Be hush'd, ye fears ; I'll not despair ;
My Mary's tender as she's fair ;
Then I'll go tell her all my anguish ;
She is too good to let me languish :
"With success crowned, I'll not envy
The folks who dwell above the sky ;
When Mary Scott's become my marrow,
We'U make a paradise on Yarrow.
The heroine of this song is supposed to have been Mary, daughter of Philip
Scott of Dryhope, in Selkirkshire. She was married to Scott of Harden, the no-
torious border-reiver, or freebooter. A different and possibly an earlier version of
this song has been discovered by Mr. Peter Buchan. We copy it from a manuscript
volume of the Songs of the North of Scotland collected by that gentleman.
Oh, Maiy's red, and Mary's white,
And Mary she's the king's delight;
The king's delight and the prince's marrow,
Mary Scott, the flower of Yarrow.
W^hen I look east, my heart grows sair ;
But when I look west, it's mair and mair;
And when I look to the banks of Yarrow,
There I mind my winsome mari'ow.
Now she's gone to Edinburgh town,
To buy braw ribbons to tie her gown;
She's bought them broad, and laid them narrow, —
Mary Scott is the flower of Yarrow.
Allan Kamsay. From the " Tea-Table Miscellany."
" How sweetly smells the simmer green.
Sweet taste the peach and cherry ;
Painting and order please our een.
And claret makes us merry !
But finest colours, fruits and flowers,
And wine, though I be thirsty,
Lose a' their charms and weaker powers,
Compar'd wi' those of Chirsty.
When wand'ring o'er the flow'ry park,
No natural beauty wanting ;
How lightsome is't to hear the lark,
And birds in concert chanting !

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