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Highland Mary.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Tune - "Katherine Ogie." I.         Ye banks, and braes, and streams around             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 farewell             O' my sweet Highland Mary. II.         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! III.         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! IV.         O pale, pale now, those rosy lips             I aft hae kissed sae fondly!         And clos'd for ay 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!

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About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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