Fair Young Mary

‘Mary my fair, my ain only dearie,

My winsome my bonnie wee bride,

Let the world gang and a’ the lave wi’ it,

Gin ye are but left by my side.

The lark to its nest,

the stream to its ocean,

The star to its home in the west,

And I to my Mary, and I to my darling,

And I to the ane I lo’e best.

Time sall na touch thee,

nor trouble come near thee,

Thou maunna grow old like the lave,

And gin ye gang Mary, the way of the weary,

I’ll follow thee soon to the grave.

A glance o’ thy e’en wad banish a’ sorrow,

A smile, and fareweel to a’ strife.

For peace is beside thee, and joy is around thee,

And love is the light of thy life.’