Highland Mary |
Robert Burns, 1792
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 unfald her robes, And there the langest tarry: For there I took the last Fareweel O'my sweet Highland Mary.
2. How sweetly bloom'd the gay, green birk, | 3. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu'tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder: But Oh, fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my Flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary!
4. O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, |