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