Highland Mary

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 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.