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The Song Book |
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CLXXI
MARY MORISON |
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Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing,
I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw,
And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a',
1 Ye are na Mary Morison.' |
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