The Arkansas Traveller's Songster - online songbook

The Celebrated Story of the Arkansas Traveller, With Music for Violin or Piano

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Wi' monie a vow and locked embrace
Our parting was fu tender; And pledging aft to meet again,
We tore oursels asunder: But oh, fell Death's untimely frost,
That nipped my flower sae early! Now green's the sod and cauld's the day
That wraps ray Highland Mary 1
Oh, pale, pale now those rosy lips,
I aft hae kissed sae fondly 1 And closed for aye the sparkling glance
That dwelt on me sae kindly 1 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.
Thou, thou, reign'st in this bosom— There, there, hast thou thy throne ;
Thou, thou, know'st that I love thee— Am I not fondly thine own ?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, am I not fondly thine own?
Then, then, e'en as I love thee,
Say, say, wilt thou love me ? Thoughts, thoughts, tender and true, love,
Say wilt thou cherish for me ? Yea, yes, yes, yes, say wilt thou cherish for me ?
Speak, speak, love, I implore thee 1
Say, say, hope shall be thine: Thou, thou, know'st that I love thee—
Say but thou wilt be mine 1 Yes, yes, yes, yes, say but theu wilt be mine.
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