Digital Tradition Mirror

Mary Morison

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Mary Morison
(Robert Burns)

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

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
   The dance gaed thro the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy took its wing,
   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!'

0, 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.

Tune: Duncan Davison (30)
ARB

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