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In hearty good-humour, although she be teased,
I'll kiss her and clap her until she be pleased.*
MARY MORISON.t
BURNS.
Tune — Bide ye yet.
O, Mary, at thy window be ;
It is the wished, the trysted hour :
Those smiles and glances let me see
That make the miser's treasure poor.
How blythely wad I byde the stoure,
A weary slave frae sun to sun,
Could I the rich reward secure.
The lovely Mary Morison I
Yestreen, when to the stented string
The dance gaed through the lichtit ha,
To thee my fancy took its wing —
I sat, but neither heard nor saw.
Though this was fair, and that was braw,
And yon the toast o' a' the town,
I sigh'd, and said amang them a'.
Ye are na Mary Morison.
O, Mary, canst thou wreck his peace,
Wha for thy sake wad gladly dee ?
Or canst thou break that heart of his,
Whase only faut is loving thee?
If love for love thou wilt na gie.
At least be pity to me shown ;
* From Herd's Collection, 1776. , ,
-f The high sentiment of this song, and especially of its second verse, has
been remarked by Mr Hazlitt in one of his critical publications.