The Pocket Songster/One Summer Evening As I Roam'd
ONE SUMMER EVENING AS I ROAM'D.
Tune—O, are ye sleepin', Maggie.
One summer evening as I roam'd
Atween Monkland and Castle-Cary,
There first I met a bonnie lass,
My sweet, my charming, lovely Mary.
O my sweet, my charming Mary.
O my lovely, winsome Mary.
Cupid he has thrown a dart,
That's fill'd my heart with love to Mary.
My vows I paid unto this maid,
To them she did not seem contrary,
But, oh! sad fate, they've try'd to break
Those vows I plighted to my Mary.
O my sweet, &c.
A wicked viper whisper'd her,
That I intended to miscarry;
And said, I'd one was dearer still;
That soon I'd go and leave my Mary.
O my sweet, &c.
I was denied an interview
With my sweet charming lovely deary;
Long has she been parted from me,
Nor can I hear aught of my Mary.
O my sweet, &c.
Oft have I tried to find her out,
But all attempts they do miscarry,
Yet still I hope the time will come
I shall again embrace my Mary.
O my sweet, &c.
Then never, never shall we part,
But happy I'll be with my deary;
No envious wretch again shall come
Between me and my lovely Mary.
O my sweet, &c. C.