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 O tell na me of wind and rain,

Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,

Gae back the gate ye.came again,

I winna let you in, jo.

O' let me, &c.

Ye banks and braes, and streams around

The castle of Montgomery,

Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,

{[em}}Your waters never drumlie.

There summer first unfaulds her robes,

And there they langest tarry,

For there I took the last farewell

Of my dear Highland Mary.

How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,

How rich the hawthorn's blossom;

As underneath the fragrant shade

I clasp'd her to my bosom.

The golden hours, on angel wings,

Flew o'er me and my dearie;

For dear to me as light and life,

Was my dear Highland Mary.

Wi‘mony a vow and lock'd embrace,

Our parting was fu' tender;