| |
| 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, | 5 |
| And there the langest tarry; | |
| For there I took the last Farewell | |
| O’ my sweet Highland Mary. | |
| |
| How sweetly bloom’d the gay, green birk, | |
| How rich the hawthorn’s blossom, | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| 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; | 20 |
| 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, | 25 |
| I aft hae kiss’d sae fondly! | |
| And clos’d for aye, the sparkling glance | |
| That dwalt on me sae kindly! | |
| And mouldering now in silent dust, | |
| That heart that lo’ed me dearly! | 30 |
| But still within my bosom’s core | |
| Shall live my Highland Mary. | |
| |
