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 A wicked viper whisper'd her,

That I intended to miscarry;

And said, I'd one was dearer still;

That soon I'd go and leave my Mary.

O my sweet, &c.

I was denied an interview

With my sweet charming lovely deary;

Long has she been parted from me,

Nor can I hear aught of my Mary.

O my sweet, &c.

Oft have I tried to find her out,

But all attempts they do miscarry,

Yet still I hope the time will come

I shall again embrace my Mary.

O my sweet, &c.

Then never, never shall we part,

But happy I'll be with my deary;

No envious wretch again shall come

Between me and my lovely Mary.

O my sweet, &c.

ne'er laddie but ane,

He lo'es ne'er a lassie but me,

He promised to make me his ain,

And his ain I surely will be.