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was my sweet highland mary.

wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace,

our parting was fu' tender;

and, pledging aft to meet again,

we tore oursels asunder;

but oh! fell death's untimely frost,

that nipt my flower sae early!

now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay

that wraps my highland mary!

o pale, pale now, those rosy lips,

i aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!

and clos'd for aye, the sparkling glance

that dwalt on me sae kindly!

and mouldering now in silent dust,

that heart that lo'ed me dearly!

but still within my bosom's core

shall live my highland mary.