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'Tis fjweel when woodland echo ring's,
■Where purling streams meander;
But sweeter when my Mary sing's.
As thro 9 the glens w T e wander.
The wild deer on the mountain side,
The fab I'd F.lf or Fairy,
Or skiff that skims the crystal tide,
Moves not more light than Mary.
From lowland plains I ve wanderd far,
In endless search of pleasure,
Till, guided by some friendly star,
I found this lovely treasure.
Altho' my native home has charms,
Amang these hills 111 tarry;
And while life's hlood my bosom warms,
111 love mv dearest Mary-