Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green by your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There Simmer first unfald her robes And there she langest tarry! For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk! How rich the hawthorn's blossom! As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow and locked embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore ourselves asunder; But, oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary! Oh pale, pale now, those rosy lips I aft hae kissed sae fondly! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly! And mould'ring now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ILIAD: ACHILLES OVER THE TRENCH by HOMER THE NEWLY WEDDED by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED DUSK; TO MADEMOISELLE MARIE LAURENCIN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE CHARACTERS: MR. AND MRS. EDWARDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 8. OF CONSTANCY by WILLIAM BASSE TWO SONNETS: 2 by DAVID P. BERENBERG |