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,
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