The Book of Scottish Song/Blue-e'ed Mary

Blue-e’ed Mary.

[Alexander Laing. Written in 1818. Tune, "Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue."]

My only love I canna rue,
⁠My bonnie blue-e'ed Mary, O,
I ne'er will break the bosom vow
⁠I've plighted to my dearie, O.
A fairer form I canna see,
A fairer face there canna be,
Nane bears a love sae leal as thee,
⁠My bonnie blue-e'ed Mary, O.

I'll wait thee in the greenwood glen,
⁠Amang the braes sae briery, O,
For there the Noran leaps the linn,
⁠An' tells me of my dearie, O.
Thy hair's, the glossy falling stream,
Thy brow, the pure, the milky feam,
Thy cheeks, the dimpling eddies seem—
⁠My bonnie blue-e'ed Mary, O.

I ne'er had love for ane but thee
⁠Amang the maids sae cheery, O;
You ne'er lov'd ane but only me,
⁠My ain, my dearest dearie, O.
My morn o' love—the morn o' thine,
An' a' our happy days sinsyne,
The chords o' mem'ry canna tyne,
⁠My bonnie blue-e'ed Mary, O.

While morning lifts his gowden eye,
⁠An' glints o'er a' sae cheerie, O;
While e'ening veils the face o' day,
⁠An' starnies gild the cary, O;
My only love—my bosom vow—
My plighted faith I'll never rue,
But live in love an' bliss wi' you,
⁠My bonnie blue-e'ed Mary, O.

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