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[O Mary, turn awa]
O Mary, turn awa
That bonny face o' thine!
O dinna, dinna shaw that breast,
That never can be mine!
Can aught o' warld's gear
Relieve my bosom's care?
Na, na! for ilka look o' thine,
Can only feed despair.
That bonny face o' thine!
O dinna, dinna shaw that breast,
That never can be mine!
Can aught o' warld's gear
Relieve my bosom's care?
Na, na! for ilka look o' thine,
Can only feed despair.
O Mary, turn awa
That bonny face o' thine!
O dinna, dinna shaw that breast,
That never can be mine!
Wi' love's severest pangs
My heart is laden sair,
An' o'er my breast the grass maun wave,
Ere I am free from care.
That bonny face o' thine!
O dinna, dinna shaw that breast,
That never can be mine!
Wi' love's severest pangs
My heart is laden sair,
An' o'er my breast the grass maun wave,
Ere I am free from care.
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