Six most excellent songs/Mary, weep nae mair for me

MARY WEEP NAE MAIR FOR ME.

The lovely moon had climbed the hill,
⁠Where eagles big aboon the Dee,
And like the looks of a lovely dame,
⁠Brought joy to every body’s ee;
O’ but sweet Mary, deep in sleep,
⁠Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea,
A voice drapt saftly on her ear,
⁠Sweet Mary, weep nae mair for me,

She lifted up her waukening een,
⁠To see from whence the voice might be,
And there she saw her Sandy stand,
⁠Pale, bending on her hallow knee;
O Mary, dear, lament nae mair.
⁠I'm in death’s thraws below the sea
Thy weeping makes me sad in bliss,
⁠Sae, Mary, weep nae mair for me!

The wind slept when we left the bay,
⁠But soon it waked and raised the main,
And God he bore us down the deep,
⁠Who wi’ him but strave in vain!
He stretched his arm, and took me up,
⁠Though laith I was to gang but thee
I look frae heaven aboon the storm,
⁠Sae, Mary, weep nae mair for me.

Take off these bride sheets frae thy bed,
⁠Which thou hast faulded down for me;
Unrobe thee of thy earthly store,
⁠I’ll meet wi’ thee in heaven hie.
Three times the gray cock clapt his wing,
⁠To mark the morning lift her ee,
And then the parting spirit said,
⁠Sweet Mary, weep nae mair for me.