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How sweetly bloom'd the gay, green birk,
How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade,
I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi' monie a vow and lock'd embrace
Our parting was fu1 tender ; And, pledging aft to meet again,
We tore oursels asunder. But O, fell Death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld 's the clay,
That wraps my Highland Mary !
O, pale, pale now, those rosy lips
I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ; And clos'd for ay the sparkling glance
That dwalt on me sae kindly j And mouldering now in silent dust
That heart that lo'ed me dearly! But still within my bosom's core
Shall live my Highland Mary.
No. 62. Thd cruel fate should bid us part.
Tune: She rose and let me in Orpheus Caledonius, 1733, No. 14.