The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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MARY, I WILL THINK OF YOU. |
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MARY, I WILL THINK OF YOU.
When upon the heather bloom
First appears the evening dew,
When the daisies close their eyes,
Mary, I will think of you.
First appears the evening dew,
When the daisies close their eyes,
Mary, I will think of you.
When the woodland doves I hear,
On the budding birchen bough,
While the thrush is singing clear,
Mary, I will think of you.
On the budding birchen bough,
While the thrush is singing clear,
Mary, I will think of you.
When I hear the evening chime,
While soft echo answers true,
Though at midnight's solemn time,
Mary, I will think of you.
While soft echo answers true,
Though at midnight's solemn time,
Mary, I will think of you.
When upon the orient skies
Morning spreads her pinky hue,
When I wake, before I rise,
Mary, I will think of you.
Morning spreads her pinky hue,
When I wake, before I rise,
Mary, I will think of you.
When among the heather bells,
Rousing up the wild curlew,
Where the wildest music swells,
Mary, I will think of you.
Rousing up the wild curlew,
Where the wildest music swells,
Mary, I will think of you.
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On the banks of Windermere,
'Mid fair scenes for ever new,
Then I wish'd my Mary there,
Sharing ev'ry changing view.
'Mid fair scenes for ever new,
Then I wish'd my Mary there,
Sharing ev'ry changing view.
When my bark must leave the shore,
Yet, unchang'd, my heart is true;
Singing to the well-tim'd oar,
I'll drop a tear and think of you.
Yet, unchang'd, my heart is true;
Singing to the well-tim'd oar,
I'll drop a tear and think of you.
When my bark is far away,
Nought but seas and skies in view,
Ploughing through the wat'ry way,
Mary, I will think of you.
Nought but seas and skies in view,
Ploughing through the wat'ry way,
Mary, I will think of you.
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