III.
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!
IV.
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips
I aft hae kissed sae fondly!
And clos’d for ay the sparkling glance
That dwelt 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!
CLXXXIII.
AULD ROB MORRIS.
[The starting lines of this song are from one of no little merit in Ramsey’s collection: the old strain is sarcastic; the new strain is tender: it was written for Thomson.]
I.
There’s auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen,
He’s the king o’ guid fellows and wale of auld men;
He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine,
And ae bonnie lassie, his darling and mine.