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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake
Mary Morison
By Robert Burns (1759–1796)
TUNE—‘Bide ye yet.’

O MARY, at thy window be,
  It is the wished, the trysted hour!
Those smiles and glances let me see,
  That make the miser’s treasure poor;
How blithely wad I bide the stoure, 1        5
  A weary slave frae sun to sun;
Could I the rich reward secure,
  The lovely Mary Morison.
Yestreen, when to the trembling string
  The dance gaed thro’ the lighted ha’,        10
To thee my fancy took its wing,
  I sat, but neither heard nor 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’,        15
  ‘Ye are na Mary Morison.’
O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace,
  Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?
Or canst thou break that heart of his,
  Whase only faut is loving thee?        20
If love for love thou wilt na gie,
  At least be pity to me shown!
A thought ungentle canna be
  The thought o’ Mary Morison.
Note 1. worry, trouble. [back]

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