highnd ary
tune—“kathere ogie”
ye banks, and braes, and streas around
the castle o&039; ontgory!
green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
your waters never drulie:
there sir first unfauld her robes,
and there the nst tarry;
for there i took the st farewell
o&039; y sweet highnd ary
how sweetly bloo&039;d the gay, green birk,
how rich the hawthorn&039;s blos,
as underneath their fragrant shade,
i csp&039;d her to y bo!
the golden hours on anl gs,
flew o&039;er and y dearie;
for dear to , as light and life,
was y sweet highnd ary
wi&039; ony a vow, and lock&039;d ebrace,
our partg was fu&039; tender;
and, pledgg aft to et aga,
we tore oursels asunder;
but oh! fell death&039;s untily frost,
that nipt y flower sae early!
now green&039;s the d, and cauld&039;s the cy
that wraps y highnd ary!
o pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
i aft hae kiss&039;d sae fondly!
and clos&039;d for aye, the sparklg gnce
that dwalt on sae kdly!
and oulderg now silent dt,
that heart that lo&039;ed dearly!
but still with y bo&039;s re
shall live y highnd ary
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