Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
O MARY, at thy window be, | |
It is the wish’d, the trysted hour! | |
Those smiles and glances let me see, | |
That make the miser’s treasure poor: | |
How blythely wad I bide the stour | 5 |
A weary slave frae sun to sun, | |
Could I the rich reward secure, | |
The lovely Mary Morison! | |
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Yestreen, when to the trembling string | |
The dance gaed thro’ the lighted ha’, | 10 |
To thee my fancy took its wing, | |
I sat, but neither heard nor saw: | |
Tho’ this was fair, and that was braw, | |
And yon the toast of a’ the town, | |
I sigh’d, and said amang them a’, | 15 |
‘Ye arena Mary Morison.’ | |
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O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, | |
Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? | |
Or canst thou break that heart of his, | |
Whase only faut is loving thee? | 20 |
If love for love thou wiltna gie, | |
At least be pity to me shown; | |
A thought ungentle canna be | |
The thought o’ Mary Morison. | |