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And pledging aft to meet again,
We tore ourselves asunder,
But ohǃ fell death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flower so early:
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,
That raps my Highland Maryː

O pale, pale now those rosy lips,
I aft hae kiss’d sae fondly!
And clos'd for aye, the sparkling glance,
That dwelt on me sae kindly!
And mouldering now in silent dust,
That heart that lo'ed me dearlyǃ
But still within my bosom's core,
Shall live my Highland Mary.


THE IRISH WEDDING.

Sure wont you hear what roving cheer,
Was spread at Paddy's wedding O,
And how so gay they spent the day
From churching to the bedding O?
First, book in hand came Father Quipes,
With the brides dad the bailie O:
While the chanter with his merry pipes,
Stuck up a lilt so gaily O.
Teddery, teddery, &c.