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If I were but destin'd to ca' her my ain,
I'd shield her sae fondly frae sea, win, and rain;
And nightly this bosom her pillow wad be;
Poor Mary, I fear, is unhappy like me.
I'd shield her sae fondly frae sea, win, and rain;
And nightly this bosom her pillow wad be;
Poor Mary, I fear, is unhappy like me.
Detraction and malice—society's pest,
I know 'tis your venom that pains her pure breast,
But, oh for that haven, yont life's stormy sea,
Where Mary, I trust, shall be happy wi' me.
I know 'tis your venom that pains her pure breast,
But, oh for that haven, yont life's stormy sea,
Where Mary, I trust, shall be happy wi' me.
NOW ROSY MAY.
Tune—Dainty Davie.
Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,
To deck her gay green spreading bow'rs,
And now comes in my happy hours,
To wander wi' my Davie.
The crystal waters round us fa',
The merry birds are lovers a',
The scented breezes round us blaw,
A-wandering wi' my Davie.
To deck her gay green spreading bow'rs,
And now comes in my happy hours,
To wander wi' my Davie.
The crystal waters round us fa',
The merry birds are lovers a',
The scented breezes round us blaw,
A-wandering wi' my Davie.
Meet me on the warlock knowe,
Daintie Davie, Daintie Davie;
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain dear daintie Davie.
Daintie Davie, Daintie Davie;
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain dear daintie Davie.
