The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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Mary, canst thou leave me?
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Mary, canst thou leave me?
Mary, canst thou leave me?
Is there nought will move thee?
Dearest maid, believe me,
I but live to love thee.
When we two are parted,
When the seas us sever,
Still this heart, deserted,
Clings to thee for ever.
Days so dull and dreary,
Nights so mirk and eerie,
Is there nought can cheer me?
Never! my love, never!
Is there nought will move thee?
Dearest maid, believe me,
I but live to love thee.
When we two are parted,
When the seas us sever,
Still this heart, deserted,
Clings to thee for ever.
Days so dull and dreary,
Nights so mirk and eerie,
Is there nought can cheer me?
Never! my love, never!
Connal, cease to borrow
Rueful words to chide me!
From this land of sorrow
Haste, oh, haste to hide thee!
Spirits round us hover,
Breathing death and plunder;
But when this is over,
Which we tremble under,
Then, dear youth, believe me,
Though this time I grieve thee,
Kindly I'll receive thee,
Never more to sunder!
Rueful words to chide me!
From this land of sorrow
Haste, oh, haste to hide thee!
Spirits round us hover,
Breathing death and plunder;
But when this is over,
Which we tremble under,
Then, dear youth, believe me,
Though this time I grieve thee,
Kindly I'll receive thee,
Never more to sunder!
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