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Robert Burns - Highland Mary
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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.

How sweetly bloom`d the gay, green birk,
     How rich the hawthorn`s blossom;
As underneath their fragrant shade,
     I clasp`d her to my bosom!
The golden Hours, on angel wings,
     Flew o`er me and my Dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
     Was my sweet Highland Mary.

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!

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