The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill With biography, illustrations, and music |
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CROOKSTON CASTLE'S LANELY WA'S.
Through Crookston Castle's lanely wa's
The wintry wind howls wild and dreary;
Though mirk the cheerless e'ening fa's,
Yet I ha'e vow'd to meet my Mary.
Ah! Mary, though the winds should rave
Wi' jealous spite to keep me frae thee,
The darkest stormy night I 'd brave
For ae sweet secret moment wi' thee.
The wintry wind howls wild and dreary;
Though mirk the cheerless e'ening fa's,
Yet I ha'e vow'd to meet my Mary.
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Wi' jealous spite to keep me frae thee,
The darkest stormy night I 'd brave
For ae sweet secret moment wi' thee.
Loud o'er Cardonald's rocky steep
Rude Cartha pours in boundless measure,
But I will ford the whirling deep
That roars between me and my treasure.
Yes, Mary, though the torrent rave
Wi' jealous spite to keep me frae thee,
Its deepest flood I 'd bauldly brave
For ae sweet secret moment wi' thee.
Rude Cartha pours in boundless measure,
But I will ford the whirling deep
That roars between me and my treasure.
Yes, Mary, though the torrent rave
Wi' jealous spite to keep me frae thee,
Its deepest flood I 'd bauldly brave
For ae sweet secret moment wi' thee.
The watch-dog's howling loads the blast,
And makes the nightly wand'rer eerie,
But when the lonesome way is past,
I 'll to this bosom clasp my Mary.
Yes, Mary, though stern winter rave,
Wi' a' his storms, to keep me frae thee,
The wildest dreary night I 'd brave
For ae sweet secret moment wi' thee.
And makes the nightly wand'rer eerie,
But when the lonesome way is past,
I 'll to this bosom clasp my Mary.
Yes, Mary, though stern winter rave,
Wi' a' his storms, to keep me frae thee,
The wildest dreary night I 'd brave
For ae sweet secret moment wi' thee.
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