Highland Mary — текст песни (Burns Robert)

Highland Mary
(Robert Burns)
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 unfald 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!
0 pale, pale now, those rosy lips
I aft hae kiss`d sae fondly!
And clos`d for ay, the sparkling glance,
That dwalt 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.
Tune: Katharine Ogie (389)
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