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Tho' warl's care we share o't,
And ne'er a word repine.
TUNE—“Katharine Ogie." YE banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,
Your waters never drumlie!
An' there the langest tarry;
O my sweet Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloomed 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 deary; For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Auld Rob Morris.
Wi' mony a vow an’ lock'd embrace,
Our parting was fu’ tender;
We tore oursel's asunder;
That nipt my flower sae early!
Oh pale, pale, now, those rosy lips,
I aft ha'e kiss'd sae fondly!
That dwelt on me sae kindly;
That heart that lov'd me dearly!
Shall live my Highland Mary.
AULD ROB MORRIS.
TUNE-" Jock, the laird's brother.” [“ The first two lines are taken from an old ballad--the rest is wholly original.”—Currie.] THERE's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the king o'gude fellows an’ wale о'auld men; He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen an' kine, An' ae bonnie lassie, his darling an' mine.
She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May;
But, oh! she's an heiress, auld Robin 's a laird,
The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane;
Oh had she but been of a lower degree,
I HA'E A WIFE O' MY AIN.
I'll partake wi' naebody;
I'll gie cuckold to naebody.
To wander wi' my Davie.
Meet me on the warlock knowe,
Dainty Davie, dainty Davie; There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain dear dainty Davie.
The crystal waters round us fa',
A wandering wi' my Davie.
When purple morning starts the hare,
To meet my faithfu’ Davie.
When day, expiring in the west,
An' that's my ain dear Davie.
TUNE—“Duncan Gray.” DUNCAN GRAY cam' here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blithe Yule night when we were fu',
Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Maggy coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent an' unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh;
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.