Mary Morison

O mary at thy window be

It is the wish apos

D the trysted hour

Those smiles and glances let me see

That make the miser apos

S treasure poor

See blithely wad I bide the stoure

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 apos

The lighted ha apos

To thee my fancy took its wing

I sat but neither heard nor saw：

Tho apos

This was fair

And that was braw

And yon the toast of a apos

The town

I sigh apos

D and sang amang them a apos

apos

Ye are not mary morison apos

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

If love for love thou wilt na gie

At least be pity to me shown：

A thought ungentle canna be

The thought o apos

Mary morison