Mary Morison by Robert Burns

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Mary Morison by Robert Burns

Post by morrisondna » Wed Feb 05, 2014 9:14 pm

O Mary at thy window be!
It is the wish'd, the trysted hour.
Those smiles and glances let me see,
That make the miser's treasure poor.
How blythely wad I bide the stoure [strife],
A weary slave frae sun to sun
Could I the rich reward secure ---
The lovely Mary Morison!

Yestereen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
I sat, but neither heard or saw:
Tho' this was fair, and that was braw,
And yon the toast of a' the town,
I sigh'd and said amang them a': ---
Ye are na Mary Morison!

O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace
Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?
Or canst thou break that heart of his
Whase only faut is loving thee?
If love for love thou wilt na gie,
At least be pity to me shown:
A thought ungentle canna be
The thought o' Mary Morison.

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