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[Ah, Mary, mony a day]
Ah, Mary, mony a day
I've gleefu' spent wi' thee,
Hae marked thae youthfu' beauties rise,
That tore my peace frae me.
The rose bloomed in thy cheek,
Sweet as the dawning day,
An' lovely was thy lily neck,
Whareon thy ringlets lay.
I've gleefu' spent wi' thee,
Hae marked thae youthfu' beauties rise,
That tore my peace frae me.
The rose bloomed in thy cheek,
Sweet as the dawning day,
An' lovely was thy lily neck,
Whareon thy ringlets lay.
But now thae days are gane,
The rose is fled awa;
Thy cheek, that ance was blooming red,
Is pale as drifted snaw;
Thy ee will wake nae mair,
That sheened sae fu' o' glee;
An' cauld, cauld, are these lips o' thine,
I've pressed sae tenderly.
The rose is fled awa;
Thy cheek, that ance was blooming red,
Is pale as drifted snaw;
Thy ee will wake nae mair,
That sheened sae fu' o' glee;
An' cauld, cauld, are these lips o' thine,
I've pressed sae tenderly.
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O waefu' was the hour
That led thy steps astray;
An' cruel was the rowing flood,
That left thee lifeless clay!
But though thou'rt gane awa,
For ever gane frae me,
Thou'lt linger in ilk thought o' mine,
Till ance I follow thee.
That led thy steps astray;
An' cruel was the rowing flood,
That left thee lifeless clay!
But though thou'rt gane awa,
For ever gane frae me,
Thou'lt linger in ilk thought o' mine,
Till ance I follow thee.
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