Highland Mary

    The castle o' Montgomery

    Green be your woods and fair your flowers

    Your waters never drumlie！

    There simmer first unfauld her robes

    And there the langest tarry；

    For there I took the last fareweel

    O' my sweet Highland Mary.

    How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk

    How rich the hawthorn's blossom

    As underneath their fragrant shade

    I clasp'd her to my bosom！

    The golden hours on angel wings

    Flew o'er me and my dearie；

    For dear to me as light and life

    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 dwelt 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.