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2 LOVE AND THEE, MARY

The heath this night must be my bed, The bracken curtain for my head, My lullaby the wader's tread, Far, far, from love the Mary. To-morrow eve, more stilly laid, My couch may be my bloody plaid, My vesper song thy wail sweet maid! It will not waken me Mary.

I may not, dare not, fancy now The grief that clouds thy lovely brow, I not think upon thy vow, And all it promised me Mary. No fond regret must Norman know, When bursts Clan-alpine on the foe, His heart must be like bended bow, His foot like arrow free Mary.

A time will come when feeling fraught, For if I in battle fought, Thy hapless lover's dying thought, Shall be a thought on the Mary. And if returned from conquered foes, How blythly will close, How sweet the repose, To my young bride and me Mary.