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 My heart sunk wi' wae on the wearifu' day.

When torn frae my bosom they march'd him awa',

He bade me farewell, he cried "O be leel,"

And his red cheeks were wet wi' the tears that did fa'.

Ah! Harry, my love, though thou ne'er shouldst return,

Till life's latest hour I thy absence will mourn,

And memory shall fade, like the leaf on the tree,

Ere my heart spare ae thought on anither but thee.

summer evening as I roam'd

Atween Monkland and Castle-Cary,

There first I met a bonnie lass,

My sweet, my charming, lovely Mary.

O my sweet, my charming Mary.

O my lovely, winsome Mary.

Cupid he has thrown a dart,

That's fill'd my heart with love to Mary.

My vows I paid unto this maid,

To them she did not seem contrary,

But, oh! sad fate, they've try'd to break

Those vows I plighted to my Mary.

O my sweet, &c.