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Nikita Pfister-歌词

Mary Morison - Isabelle Watson/Christiane Rupp/Nikita Pfister

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 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 among them a'

'Ye are not mary morison '

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

The thought o' mary morison

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