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OUR FAMILIAR SONGS. |
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Wi' mony a vow and locked embrace,
Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again,
We tore ourselves asunder: But, oh ! 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 kissed sae fondly; And closed for aye the sparkling glance
That dwelt on me sae kindly; 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. |
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