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MARY’S SONG
I wad ha’e gi'en him my lips tae kiss,
Had I been his, had I been his;
Barley breid and elder wine,
Had I been his as he is mine.
The wanderin’ bee it seeks the rose ;
Tae the lochan’s bosom the burnie goes;
The grey bird cries at evenin’s fa’,
“ My luve, my fair one, come awa’.”
My beloved sail ha’e this he’rt tae break,
Reid, reid wine and the barley cake,
A he’rt tae break, and a mou’ tae kiss,
Tho’ he be nae mine, as I am his.
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