XIII.
Her voice is like the ev’ning thrush
That sings on Cessnock banks unseen,
While his mate sits nestling in the bush;
An’ she has twa sparkling roguish een.
XIV.
But it’s not her air, her form, her face,
Tho’ matching beauty’s fabled queen,
’Tis the mind that shines in ev’ry grace,
An’ chiefly in her roguish een.
XXIX.
MARY!
Tune—“Blue Bonnets.”
[In the original manuscript Burns calls this song “A Prayer for Mary;” his Highland Mary is supposed to be the inspirer.]
I.