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,
And there the langest tarry;
For there I took the last Farewell
O my sweet Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloomd the gay, green birk,
How rich the hawthorns blossom,
As underneath their fragrant shade,
I claspd her to my bosom!
The golden Hours on angel wings,
Flew oer me and my Dearie;
For dear to me, as light and life,
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi mony a vow, and lockd embrace,
Our parting was fu tender;
And, pledging aft to meet again,
We tore oursels asunder;
But oh! fell Deaths untimely frost,
That nipt my Flower sae early!
Now greens the sod, and caulds the clay
That wraps my Highland Mary!
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
I aft hae kissd sae fondly!
And closd for aye, the sparkling glance
That dwalt on me sae kindly!
And mouldering now in silent dust,
That heart that loed me dearly!
But still within my bosoms core
Shall live my Highland Mary.