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MARY.
Why are those eyes so dull?
Joy sparkled there.
Why are those lips so pale?
Ah! they declare
Life's light hath fled away.
Now thou art only clay,
Smiles round thy lips will play,
Mary, nae mair.
Joy sparkled there.
Why are those lips so pale?
Ah! they declare
Life's light hath fled away.
Now thou art only clay,
Smiles round thy lips will play,
Mary, nae mair.
Flowers on the braes are seen,
Faded flower, fair;
Birds sing, in woodlands green,
Love's sweetest air;
Burns 'neath the warm sunshine
Ripple their hymns divine;
But thou their joy will join,
Mary, nae mair.
Faded flower, fair;
Birds sing, in woodlands green,
Love's sweetest air;
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Ripple their hymns divine;
But thou their joy will join,
Mary, nae mair.
Emblem of purest truth,
This was our prayer,
“Father, her trustful youth
Guard from each snare.”
Ah! thou art guarded now;
Over thy lily brow
Care will its shadow throw,
Mary, nae mair.
This was our prayer,
“Father, her trustful youth
Guard from each snare.”
Ah! thou art guarded now;
Over thy lily brow
Care will its shadow throw,
Mary, nae mair.
Gentle and kind thy heart,
Child of our love;
Now thou an angel art,
Watching above.
Yes! and thou hope hast given
That we shall meet in heaven,
And be asunder riven,
Mary, nae mair.
Child of our love;
Now thou an angel art,
Watching above.
Yes! and thou hope hast given
That we shall meet in heaven,
And be asunder riven,
Mary, nae mair.
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