The hunter lo'es the mornin' sun, To rouse the mountain deer, my jo; At noon the fisher seeks the glen, Along the burn to steer, my jo; Gie me the hour o' gloamin' gray, It maks my heart sae cheery, O, To meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie, O! Highland Mary. TUNE-"Katharine Ogie." YE banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, There simmer first unfaulds her robes, For there I took the last fareweel 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 ! Was my sweet Highland Mary! Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, And, pledging aft to meet again, But, oh fell Death's untimely frost, Oh, pale, pale now, those rosy lips, By Allan Stream I chanced to Rove. TUNE-" Allan Water." By Allan stream I chanced to rove, While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds were whispering through the grove, The yellow corn was waving ready: I listen'd to a luver's sang, And thought on youthfu' pleasures many; Oh, happy be the woodbine bower, Nae nightly bogle make it eerie; Nor ever sorrow stain the hour, The place and time I met my dearie! Her head upon my throbbing breast, She, sinking, said, "I'm thine for ever!" While mony a kiss the seal imprest, The sacred vow,-we ne'er should sever. By Allan Stream I chanced to Rove. The haunt o' Spring's the primrose brae, Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure, |