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8 A youth full of anguish his plaint thus began,

The tears of affection made plain his connexion,

While dolefu' he sung of his love Mary-Ann.

Why, once peerless maid hast thou left me to wander,

Mid scenes sae enchanting thus cheerless to mourn,

Unto these woods wild, through which rivulets meander,

O sweetest of maids, wilt thou never return?

Ah no, never mair shall I see thy loved form,

In yon blest domain sae mysterious to man,

Nae cares thee annoying, thou'rt now peace enjoying,

My lov'd, my lamented, my sweet Mary-Ann.

Disconsolate now by those sweet banks o' Glaizart,

Wi' my mind envelop'd amid clouds o' ,

I'll wander remote as if lone in some desert,

And amang these wild scenes bewail my loved fair.

Now naething O waes me, can soothe this my woe,

When this he had breathed out, his visage grew wan,

While his eyes wild were beaming, I left him exclaiming

Adieu now earth's pleasures farewell Mary-Ann