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4 And Cowal's hills spread far and wide,

Alang the winding banks of Clyde,

I met wi' Highland Mary, O.

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Her foot so neatly mark'd the sand,

An' gently wav'd her lily hand,

As, slow, she trac'd the sea-beat strand,

The lovely Highland Mary, O.

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How mildly glanc'd her hazel ee!

Like sun-beams on the dewie lea:

It stowlins, wyl'd the heart frae me,

The witching smile of Mary O.

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Her eyebrows of a jetty-hue;

Her lips like rose-buds moist wi' dew;

A sweeter face ne'er bless'd in view

Than youthfu' Highland Mary's O.

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Tho' pure the flow'rs that blaw unseen

Amang her native woodlands green,

Yet purer far the heart I ween,

Of artless, Highland Mary, O.

Lassie wi', &c.