My Mary

My Mary, O my Mary!      The simmer-skies are blue;     The dawnin' brings the dazzle,      An' the gloamin' brings the dew, -     The mirk o' nicht the glory      O' the moon, an' kindles, too,     The stars that shift aboon the lift. -      But nae thing brings me you!     Where is it, O my Mary,      Ye are biding a' the while?     I ha' wended by your window -      I ha' waited by the stile,     An' up an' down the river      I ha' won for mony a mile,     Yet never found, adrift or drown'd,      Your lang-belated smile.     Is it forgot, my Mary,      How glad we used to be? -     The simmer-time when bonny bloomed      The auld trysting-tree, -     How there I carved the name for you,      An' you the name for me;     An' the gloamin' kenned it only      When we kissed sae tenderly.     Speek ance to me, my Mary! -      But whisper in my ear     As light as ony sleeper's breath,      An' a' my soul will hear;     My heart shall stap its beating      An' the soughing atmosphere     Be hushed the while I leaning smile      An' listen to you, dear!     My Mary, O my Mary!      The blossoms bring the bees;     The sunshine brings the blossoms,      An' the leaves on a' the trees;     The simmer brings the sunshine      An' the fragrance o' the breeze, -     But O wi'out you, Mary,      I care nae thing for these!     We were sae happy, Mary!      O think how ance we said -     Wad ane o' us gae fickle,      Or ane o' us lie dead, -     To feel anither's kisses      We wad feign the auld instead,     An' ken the ither's footsteps      In the green grass owerhead.     My Mary, O my Mary!      Are ye daughter o' the air,     That ye vanish aye before me      As I follow everywhere? -     Or is it ye are only      But a mortal, wan wi' care? -     Syne I search through a' the kirkyird      An' I dinna find ye there!