Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
| YE banks and braes and streams around | |
| The castle o’ Montgomery, | |
| Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, | |
| Your waters never drumlie! | |
| There simmer first unfauld her robes, | 5 |
| And there the langest tarry; | |
| For there I took the last fareweel | |
| O’ my sweet Highland Mary. | |
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| How sweetly bloom’d the gay green birk, | |
| How rich the hawthorn’s blossom, | 10 |
| As underneath their 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 | 15 |
| Was my sweet Highland Mary. | |
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| Wi’ monie a vow and lock’d embrace | |
| Our parting was fu’ tender; | |
| And, pledging aft to meet again, | |
| We tore oursels asunder; | 20 |
| But oh! fell Death’s untimely frost, | |
| That nipt my flower sae early! | |
| Now green ‘s the sod, and cauld ‘s the clay, | |
| That wraps my Highland Mary! | |
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| O pale, pale now, those rosy lips | 25 |
| I aft hae kiss’d sae fondly! | |
| And closed for aye the sparkling glance | |
| That dwelt on me sae kindly! | |
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| And mouldering now in silent dust | |
| That heart that lo’ed me dearly! | 30 |
| But still within my bosom’s core | |
| Shall live my Highland Mary. | |
