No. 17 O Mary, at Thy Window Be

No. 17 O Mary, at Thy Window Be - Christopher Maltman/Elizabeth Layton/Ursula Smith/Malcolm Martineau

Composed by：Ludwig van Beethoven

O Mary at thy window be

It is the wish'd the trysted hour

Those smiles and glances let me see

That makes the miser's treasure poor

How blythely wad I bide the stour

A weary slave frae sun to sun

Could I the rich reward secure

The lovely Mary Morison

Yestreen when to the trembling string

The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha

To thee my fancy took it's wing

I sat but neither heard or 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

'Ye are na Mary Morison

Oh 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

If love for love thou wilt na gie

At least be pity to me shown

A thought ungentle canna be

The thought o Mary Morison