wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace,

our parting was fu' tender;

and, pledging aft to meet again,

we tore oursels asunder;

but oh! fell death's untimely frost,

that nipt my flower sae early!

now green's the sod, and cauld's the y

that wraps my hignd mary!

o pale, pale now, those rosy lips,

i aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!

and clos'd for aye, the sparkling nce

that dwalt on me sae kindly!

and mouldering now in silent dust,

that heart that lo'ed me dearly!

but still within my bosom's core

shall live my hignd mary.