Mary Morison

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Melody - "Duncan Davison"
Melody 2 - "Bide ye yet"
Melody 3 - "Glasgow Lasses"
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Robert Burns, 1780

O Mary, at thy window be,
It is the wish'd the trysted hour!
Those smiles and glances let me see,
That makes the miser's treasure poor.
How blythely wad I bide the stour,
A weary slave frae sun to sun,
Could I the rich reward secure
The lovely Mary Morison!
2. Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy took its wing,
I sat, but neither heard or saw:
Tho' this was fair, and that was braw,
And yon the toast of a'the town,
I sigh'd, and said amang them a'
'Ye are na Mary Morison!'
3. Oh, Mary, canst thou wreck his peace
Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?
Or canst thou break that heart of his
Whase only faut is loving thee?
If love for love thou wilt na gie,
At least be pity to me shown;
A thought ungentle canna be
The thought o' Mary Morison.


In the Scots Musical Museum, 1788 it is to the tune, "Duncan Davison". In 1793, Burns sent Thomson a copy for publication in the Select Collection of Scottish Airs. Thomson published the lyrics with the tune, "The Glasgow Lasses".

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