Mary Morison

O mary at thy window be

It is the wish'd the trysted hour

Those smiles and glances let me see

That make the miser's treasure poor

How blithely wad I bide the stoure

A weary slave frae sun to sun

Could I the rich reward secure

The lovely lovely lovely lovely mary morison

Yestreen when to the trembling string

The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha'

To thee my fancy took its wing

I sat but neither heard nor saw

Tho' this was fair and that was braw

And yon the toast of a' the town

I sigh'd and sang amang them a'

'Ye are lovely lovely lovely lovely mary morison'

O mary at thy window be

It is the wish'd the trysted hour

Those smiles and glances let me see

That make the miser's treasure poor

How blithely wad I bide the stoure

A weary slave frae sun to sun

Could I the rich reward secure

The lovely lovely lovely lovely mary morison

Lovely lovely

Lovely lovely

Lovely lovely

Lovely lovely mary morison