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All you that know what to love belong,
Now you have heard my mournful song,
Be true to one whatever you mind,
And don’t delude poor woman kind.
Now you have heard my mournful song,
Be true to one whatever you mind,
And don’t delude poor woman kind.
HIGHLAND MARY.
Ye banks and braes, and streams around,
The castle o’ Montgomery,
Green be your woods and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie;
There simmer first unfaulds her robes,
And there they langest tarry:
For there I took the last farewell,
Of my dear Highland Mary.
The castle o’ Montgomery,
Green be your woods and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie;
There simmer first unfaulds her robes,
And there they langest tarry:
For there I took the last farewell,
Of my dear Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,
How rich the hawthorn blossom:
As underneath the fragrant shade,
I clasped her to my bosom!
The golden hours on angel wings,
Flew o’er me and my dearie,
For dear to me as light and life,
Was my dear Highland Mary.
How rich the hawthorn blossom:
As underneath the fragrant shade,
I clasped her to my bosom!
The golden hours on angel wings,
Flew o’er me and my dearie,
For dear to me as light and life,
Was my dear Highland Mary.
Wi' mony a vow, and look’d embrace,
Our parting was fu’ tender;
Our parting was fu’ tender;
