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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' Mary Morison. |
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Words by Burns.
Tune The Glascow Lasses. |
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CLXXII
THE COLLIER LADDIE |
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" See ye not yon hills and dales,
The sun shines on sae brawlie ? They a' are mine, and they shall be thine,
Gin ye'll leave your Collier Laddie."
" If ye had a' the sun shines on, And the earth conceals sae lowly,
I'd turn my back on you and it a', And be true to my Collier Laddie."
From The Scottish Minstrel. |
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