ROBERT BURNS.
15. Mary Morison.
I.
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,A weary slave frae sun to sun,
Could I the rich reward secure—The lovely Mary Morison!
II.
Yestreen, when to the trembling stringThe 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!"
III.
O Mary, canst thou wreck his peaceWha for thy sake wad gladly die?Or canst thou break that heart of hisWhase only faut is loving thee?If love for love thou wilt na gie,At least be pity to me shown:A thought ungentle canna beThe thought o' Mary Morison.
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Robert Burns, also known familiarly as Rabbie Burns, the National
Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet and various other names
and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as
the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide.
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