This is no my plaid (1850s)/Thour't gane awa

Thou’rt Gane Awa’.

Thou rt gane awa, thou‘rt gane awa'
thourt gane awa frae me Mary.
Nor friends nor I could make thee stay,
thou st cheated them and me, Mary
Until this hour I never thought
that ought could alter thee, Mary ;
Thou'rt still the mistress of my heart
think what thou wilt of me, Mary.

Whate'er he said or might pretend
wha stole that heart o thine, Mary.
True love I’m sure was ne’er his end
nor nae sic love is mine. Mary
I spake sincere, ne'er flattered much.
had no unworthy thought, Mary.
Ambition, wealth, nor naething such
no, I lov'd only thee, Mary.

Though you've been false, yet while I live
no other maid I'll woo Mary ;
Let friends forget, as I forgive,
thy wrongs to them and me, Mary.
So then farewell, of this be sure,
since you ve been false to me, Mary,
For all the world I'd not endure
half what I ve done for thee, Mary.