 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 clasped her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and...  Country life [poems]. - Pàgina 125per Country life - 1873 - 147 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
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...langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. " Wi' many a vow and locked embrace. Our parting was fu' tender ; And, pledging...aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But oh 1 fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the... | |
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